When I go running up in Roosevelt, Minnesota, usually I just go north up Rocky Point Road until I get tired and then turn around and go back home. It's a pretty boring route, with nothing much to look at except expanses of gorgeous farmland and skies broad and blue. These days it's pretty cold up there and so I get all strapped down with loads of clothes.
The other day I went for my run and when I got up near the Ravendahlen place -- one of two houses that I pass along my route -- I noticed that a woman was knocking on the door. (In small towns you sort of get in everybody's business. 'I wonder who's visiting Mrs. Ravendahlen? At this hour?') I waved. She waved back. Then I could feel her looking at me, even though she was about 100 yards away. She started walking towards me waving her arms. She was yelling something. I popped my earbud out of my ear.
I yelled, "Hi?" Because she was behaving really strangely.
"Oh!!! I thought you were my Graaaand-SON!"
(She had been yelling, "Ricky! Ricky!!")
4 comments:
Oh Ricky you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind. Hey Ricky, Hey Ricky!! With guys like you Ricky....Oh what you do Ricky, do Ricky!!!
Lol Mom. I truly I did Lol, Kady.
Man it doesn't matter if you are on the Southern border of the US or the Northern border of the US people think you look like a man. I guess it is national thing.
You know it. Signed, Your Brother.
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