It has been a long and interesting afternoon and evening. As this entry is started the time is 2300 and the OFM is tired. We old guys need our rest you know. Just ask BillyBob or Dizzy Dick.This person was ready to do some cooking. This is quite a BBQ set up on the vehicle. Maybe the meats were in the ice chest ready for the cooking to begin. The OFM even thought about following the folks to their destination to beg some food.
Over at the Art Center is this contraption that its reason for being had puzzled me for a few years. Finally it downs on me that it is a piece of “art” sitting in the grass. It is up to the reader to choose if it is art or an outdoor coat rack.
One great flash of brilliance came through the castle scaring the bejabbers out of the OFM. When wearing my nylon cargo pants, the left lower pocket is the depository for my carry tackle box. The flap has a large Velcro tab that is ornery about letting me open the pocket to put my tackle box into the pocket.
The brilliant flash of genius told me to take the flap off the pants. That son of a gun was sewed on to stay there no matter what. About 45 minutes with my super sharp Swiss Army Knife working on the threads was enough to remove the flap.
Now we are ready for fishing again. This evening it was given a good tryout down at the harbor pier. It works great. The tackle box can now be put away using only one hand. This is great.
Now that that major earth shaking problem has been solved, the OFM Teams can get back to the most important job of trying to have tooooo much fun. TheOFM.