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The Fall Of Man

The Fall of Man
by Jeff Jordan aka Poppa Jeff

I took the bus to Appleton last Wednesday. My primary mission was to attend the Packer Game. I also needed to pick up some left behind possessions from Maria's. As it turned out, the best thing that happened was a birthday celebration for my Pal John Brownson.

John and I took a countrywide route up to the Packer game. I swear we found every road repair project in Outagamie and Brown County. When I think of it, we may have even gotten into Waupaca county. We went West to find out we needed to go East. We tried state highways. We went down county roads. John even decided to drive through a construction project because it was signed as open to residents.

When we finally got to Green Bay, we had no trouble getting to our favorite parking sot, which is just a couple of blocks from our gate. We have been parking in this person's yard for years. My guess is over twenty. The couple that ran the place when we first started has turned the job over their children. This couple has their kids directing cars into the yard.

My seats are on level seven of the south end zone seats. This means I take an escalator up almost as far as I've walked from the place we park.

We were entertained by a young child in front of us who enjoyed being at the game but was having a problem getting used to Dad watching the action on the field more than paying attention to her. She had an action figure. I couldn't help but visualizing her dropping the thing who knows how high we are but remember it's level seven?

I won't discuss the game.

Picking up my Photo albums my bike, golf clubs and the bed I borrowed from the Winchester service club went smoothly enough. I needn't comment anymore about that.

My friends John and Jan drove me home to Milwaukee. As it turns out it's Johns's birthday. We are going to meet his daughter and son-in-law at The Packing House on Layton for lunch to mark Johns's special day. It was nice to see Kelly and Kevin. We talked about making sure we go to the horse races in Chicago next season. We needled John about his apparent signs of aging. Jan and I shared a cheesecake with a Carmel concoction drizzled on it. It was marvelous.

I sharing this photograph that I ordered and framed for my wall. The shot was taken at a solstice celebration by my son Todd Hobert.



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