Friday, September 23, 2005

Location: Stamford / Hartford, Conn.

We needed a change of pace after the Indiana State fairgrounds incident. None of us had ever been to the North East yet we had heard that we could find the world's largest lobster trap in Oxford, Maine. We wanted to find it and we were hoping to see what beast required the world's largest lobster trap. Maybe we could even broker a deal with those folks up in Loch Ness, Scotland. We neared, our inquiries would not steer us to our goal. We began doubting ourselves. Was this myth, legend, fiction or fact?

We arrived in Connecticut a picturesque place, which lives to reputation. As we toured a quaint village an edifice beyond our imagination mushroomed from the horizon, a structure surpassing the Taj Mahal or Notre Dame. Lorileelee and I argued that it possibly shadowed Grace Land ... I say never, but close. Yes, it was the home of Vince and Linda McMahon, of the WWE! Lorileelee jammed on the brakes and parked it near the front gate. We scrambled atop the camo-camper in order to see over the fence. My jaw dropped... At the corner of the mansion, an Amanasaki Daug Haus tethered a large Rott. I was so proud!

A deep booming voice asked us what we were doing. I spun around and was struck speechless. Vince himself was there to run us off... The second time in ten minutes that I was filled with overwhelming pride. "Those KTM jackets y'all are wearing tell me that you are bike riders. Me too! Why don't you come on in for a refreshing beverage? " He introduced us to Linda, a wonderful lady. She treated us to lemon aid and finger sandwiches. Tater behaved himself on the deevan, apparently realizing that we were in the presence of greatness. We talked about motorcycles and dog houses and eventually the world's largest lobster trap. Vince began to laugh as he told us... had he thought of that scam earlier, the WWE would have never come about. "They're making tons of money from the giant lobster traps up there."

Lorileelee confided that she always wanted to be in show business. They offered their best advice and said, " If you want to get into entertainment go west ". Her eyes lighted. She turned to me and said, " If I want to follow my dream, we must go to Barstow. That is where Waylon Jennings got his start. " I knew it was Littlefield, Texas, but it’s her dream.

5 Comments:

At 11:53 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dang, sounds like a great trip, keep us posted.

 
At 1:45 PM, Blogger Van! said...

welllllll how ya been buuuuudy!

 
At 1:18 AM, Blogger josh williams said...

I was going to say the same thing! I think Lorileelee (sp) is treating him bad, I think she and side show have been making a show of their own, if you get my drift but lets just not tell Roscoe, he dont need to know.

 
At 1:32 AM, Blogger PPPMoney said...

Where's Stone Cold when you need him?!

 
At 12:04 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

you must be on a trip or summin? tell us about it when you get home.

 

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