How's Socialism working out for you, America?

June 4, 2021 - Friday morning

52 degrees/clear skies/calm winds

Pentoga Road

If anyone's looking for a job, they need only come to the UP (and most any other state in the Union). Business after business is looking for help. If anyone says he can't find a job, I'll call him lazy and most likely, a liar.

There's a problem with Socialism. A large segment of the population has grown lazy and why not? Being paid three hundred dollars a week to stay at home, plus add in a few hundred more for each child, and that makes a mighty tempting package. 

I just had an idea! Maybe I could un-retire, go back to work before having to go into quarantine, be "laid off" or any of the other excuse du jour, and collect that free money. I'd probably make more than what my paltry pension checks amount to. 

Naw, I've got too much pride, something that  America seems to be hemorrhaging at an alarming rate.

I tend to subscribe to what the Apostle Paul said, later to be repeated by John Smith, in the early colony era:

"He who does not work, neither shall he eat." 

Amen.

We had a good day in Escanaba yesterday. Sargie dragged me into a shop to be fitted for the tuxedo I'll be wearing at Mel and Macrea's upcoming wedding in July. I thought it was a tuxedo rental place, so imagine my horror when I discovered I'd entered a bridal shoppe.

After being measured, I escaped with both feet still firmly attached to the ground and never once said, Yes to the Dress. 

Sargie did find a hair adornment or two to wear at the wedding. As for me, I'll go au naturale from the neck up and forego wearing any hair pretties.

We finally found a restaurant that had one waitress then did the Walmart/Marshall's/Harbor Freight tour of town before departing for Pentoga Road. 

Last night was a quiet one. Rain had, once again, gone all around us with our gauge recording half a dozen drops at best.

What appears to be a Naval work vessel undergoing maintenance in Escanaba.

I'll be planting the last of the garden today and time permitting, hope to get the boat ready for another season of fishing. I've noticed the Crappie Queen is beginning to twitch a bit each time we drive past the lake.

It's that time of year.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...