All is well in Klamath Falls! We had an Opening Day party on April 1st. Baseball is underway, and the Reds are going to win it all. You heard it here first. Anyway, many friends made appearances, hot dogs were had, beers were drunk, double plays were turned and Cracker Jack was consumed. Two things about Cracker Jack; first, the prizes in the box are not what they used to be. What happened to whistles? Temporary tattoos? psychedelic spinning tops? Today, you get a a weird, fold-it-yourself-stupid thingy, which really is not fun or cool. Second, you cannot buy the Carmel covered popcorn and peanut treat at Yankee Stadium. How is it possible the all-american treat cannot be enjoyed during america's pastime in the house that Ruth built? It is un-American. Anyway, thank you to the Millers for the Cracker Jack we had on Opening Day.
While in Arizona, one of the places we had to take Joanna was the Sugar Bowl, in downtown Scottsdale. A famous soda shoppe. That's right, we spelled it with two p's and an e! Mary Ann stuck with the old stand by, chocolate chip mint. Steve had a Chocolate-Raspberry Camelback soda. Joanna ordered a cherry soda with coffee ice cream. Not a good mix. Stick with chocolate. Steve and Mary Ann know how to order ice cream.
The other eatery we had to visit in Phoenix was the In-n-Out Burger. Returning from a game we saw not one, but two In-n-Out Burgers. Mary-Ann insisted we go to one before we leave. So, on our final night together, we did not go out for Sushi, which all of us wanted, but went on a quest for fast food. Thank God for Mary-Ann. She drove us all around the greater Phoenix area, looking for the In-n-Out. We went from here to there. There to way over there. Back to here. Over there again. Finally she got us to the Promised Land. We ordered our burgers. Got our picture taken with the In-n-Out associate who took our order. We each received a bumper sticker. The Jeep now proudly sports a burger sticker.
Elvis Event of the Week: Elvis was attacked by the mean next-door daschsund while on a walk with Joanna. The stupid little doxie chomped into Elvis' tail. Elvis was not hurt, but he lost some tail fur.
Don't fall down!
