Every otherday of the week is fine

10/16/07 07:14 AM | Up Chucks

The Charlottesville Indiana Strip. Chuck Pace © 2007
Sunday was a rough day. There was no race distraction. There was no Colts game. There was Jenni going to get a hair-cut in Greenfield, only to find that Tina had called in sick. There was Jenni waiting an hour to get her hair

cut. Then there was Chuck. Chuck didn't want to sit around on a sports weakened weekend. I had heard that there was a covered bridge in Carthage. A leisurely drive through the country, circumventing some of the more well know or traveled thoroughfares I finally arrived at Carthage, just about the same time that Jenni texted me that she was up, the wait for hair displacement and replacement was over.

I asked at Peavey's market and fuel stop if there was a covered bridge in the area. The unanimous answer was, "there used to be, but I don't know where." Stepping outside I tried to text Jenni back that we should meet at Culvers for a shake and burger in 45 minutes. I was in a cell phone dead zone, so the message would be sent automatically when I returned to a coverage area. I stopped a total stranger, and asked if he knew of or about the missing bridge. "Yes. But it is gone, but there is a two tiered one in Moscow." He proceeded to tell me how to get to Moscow from Carthage by way of Milroy. I made note of the salient points while not actually having time to track down and uncover the whereabouts of this covered bridge. That will be another days exploration. Back in the car I was looking for fun photo opps while meandering my way back to Greenfield and food. The road from Carthage ended up on US 40 at barnz

Duh! Barns. Keep reading. Fer Cryin out loud.
Charlottesville where I took one of my photos. I found a few others, the electric cows, a couple of dilapidated barns, and a yard full of ghouls in Cleveland (a town barely larger than a canker sore on US 40).

After diner and driving, I washed the Bimmer, then addressed a headlight problem on the Truck. The adjusting screw that aims the light was broken, so I bought a new screw. The chrome bezel that holds the lamp in place was reluctant to come free with fussy rusty screws, and eventually it ate a pretty good chunk of the little finger on my left (dominant) hand. An hour of bleeding and replacing bandages later I was headed to the bowling alley to do injury to my ego equal to that of my minor dominant digit. A substandard performance by me was offset by spectacular efforts by Mel Shoffner and Will Andrichik. Will bowled a 218 in the first game with 6

strikes in a row, and Mell gave a 166 performance and was only one frame from a "clean" game. Rich twisted his ankle, and I started having back spasms. In the end thanks to Mel and Will our team won the first game by enough to take series, and we split the 8 points with the other team. During the event I whacked the finger hard enough to open another two minute gusher which I addressed and redressed in the bathroom during the evenings sport. The night ended with me at home watching the SNF football game and drifting in and out of conscienceness. Rough Sunday out.
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