Back as a child we used to visit uncle George and aunt Mildred up in the iron range.
They had a term for your birthday. They called it fossilizing. So Monocogman, I heard you are fossilizing today.
So you old man, are you able to keep up with us young guys anymore?
- Pants Armstrong
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Well you can't keep up with me. Where you this morning for the birthday ride. Since you are the road rider, I would have expected to see you make it out for the ride. 46+ miles with over 2000' total elevation gain, in just over 3 hours. So I don't think you will find these bones in the grave yard any time soon. (Lord willing)
ReplyDeleteDoes this mean that George and Mildred are dinosaurs?
ReplyDeleteNow who wasn't brave enough to take credit for that question?
ReplyDeleteWell, you two come from that stone age area called the Iron Range. I have never heard you say anything critical about that backwards, drunken, yellow dog Democrat, tree hugging area of northeast Minnesota. So I just assumed you would go along with the terminology of fossilizing, and since you are rather far along in fossil years, that would make you dinosaurs.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I am taking credit for it this time.
Wow, what a description for the Iron Range. Its a generational problem. I think they put beer in the bottles for the babies shortly after they are born. Most adult men probably can't string more than two days straight of going with out beer in their entire life.
ReplyDeleteI knew of a man that tried to start a church up in those parts. Basically a complete rejection of the gospel. But since they have rejected hard work, common sense, and politeness, they can't seem to understand what is right.