Your Uncle Bruno is back and ready to rumble (thanks to a diet of Jim Beam and beaked beans but that’s probably TMI…).
Off the Grid for better than a week up in The Northwoods at The Cabin on The Lake.
Late summer – mercifully few skeeters and black flies, brilliant sunsets thanx to the haze from the Canuck wildfires and not enough drizzle to fill a teacup.
The best part: nobody Up in Da Wuds seems to give the ass of the rat about the daily drama of The Political Class nor the Insane Bloggers who follow it.
Normal people are more interested in the new cabin being built Down the Road, the thickness of the deer population, the damn zebra mussels – actual, tangible things that make life Up North good.
Back in The Blue you can’t walk 20 feet without seeing a damn lawn sign proclaiming allegiance to Ilhan or Keef (or for that matter Paul Wellstone – dead a decade and half now).
Out in the hinterlands nobody puts up yards to spoil the view & vibe – except for the occasional re-elect the County Sheriff placard.
The pace is relaxed, the conversions genial, the tolerance real.
In an area where the local fire department is made up of volunteers nobody wants to be The Fool fighting in a burning house.
The incomparable Kurt Schlichter really did hit on an accurate moniker for These Fine Folks: The Normals.
Yep, Your Uncle Bruno is back in the Spartan saddle.
Refreshed, pissed (and vinegered…)