Moose Rites

Right before a major holiday like Thanksgiving, frequently the Ex club guys and Ex club wannabes might be found all gathered around the conjoined tables at the Moose to settle a last minute world crisis or talk about a sporting event which already occurred. Favorite topics are deaths in the news or news about some grave illness which has plagued someone we know. Most often the discussion leads to religion or politics.


In the old days the subject matter might have been the opposite gender....if you know what I mean.

This particular evening it was about the pizza baron's doctor visit that afternoon. Gary was celebrating the good news with his trademark Funnie. Mary was all smiles, knowing that her sex life would not come to a screeching halt and the rest of them could care less. It was only natural that the discussion shifted to politicians.

To the people outside of the state of Iowa and in foreign countries who follow my blog, you may not realize how equally divided the state is. However, amongst our group, it is way lopsided and we occasionally have to import a democrat to give their view.

We do have a token Liberal, Naked Gun, but he spends his winters in Key West fantasying about Festivals and trying to control the chicken population. Naked Gun has won the agitator award many times. In his absence the Gentleman Farmer, Donnie A and the retired Advertising Executive, Tommy W. will fill in for him.

The Hopper usually leads the charge on the conservative view. The Hopper is a mild mannered, low keyed, laid back gentleman who has hot glued his caps lock key in the upper position. A memo from The Hopper LOOKS SOMETHING LIKE THIS. The Hopper drives a Ford Expedition with the Gas Guzzler Tax declarationn proudly displayed next to his Boston Red Sox decal and his Mitt2008 placard. The Hopper was a runner up in the Sexiest Red Sox Fan competition for Peoples Magazine. Click here for more information. He has the "I donated to the Police Dept Fund Drive" strategically placed on the drivers side window where a cop would surely see it in the event he was pulled over for a traffic infraction. The Hopper was in premed for a short time and now works for a local doctor, who shall remain nameless.


This particular evening, the table adjacent to the 'fountain of knowledge' was occupied by group of chicks who were celebrating a birthday. They were hitting on to the Ex Club guys, but the discussion had already escalated.


They could come back for Ladies Night, but the sign in the men's room(how many ladies are going to see it there) indicated it had been canceled due to the impending holiday.













[Bloogers Note this post would have published in a timely manner, but I was flat on my back for the past 36 hours fighting a nasty bug]

Haircuts by Shellie

Amana has a new barber. She took over the space that Don the Barber rented for near on forty years. Don hung up his scissors and Shellie redecorated(the decor is a cross between art deco and Floyd's deco) and hung our her shingle. She likes to call it a salon...but what self respecting manly man would go to a salon for a haircut. Recently, Wally, Billy's landlord and Billy both had haircuts on the same day. Billy went first because when you 'do' Wally you 'do' him as the last appointment of the day because Wally demands that vodka be a part of the ritual. The landlady goes to the same premises only she goes to a salon.

We were just getting ready to take Billy up to the apartment after his haircut when we caught a glance of the notes in the appointment book and immediately we knew Wally was scheduled.

We decide to watch the action. I suspect this was to look good for Thanksgiving dinner...or was it for someone's birthday party?

Myers Grill & Catering

We travel to Williamsburg for something completely different. We take along Bernie and Deb. Back in the days when I was dating Regina, the four of us used to check out bizarre and out of the way places as a weekend advocation. Regina had an appetite for the unusual. She liked funky and we all agreed last nights destination would have, should we say, excited her.

When Bernie isn't on safari doing his wild game hunting thing...he's all about eating. I had told him about Myers Grill and they were up for the task.

You gotta love a fine dining establishment that lets you bring your spirits and even supplies you with the glassware. The four wine glasses that were provided all had the same attribute in the fact that they remotely resembled an actual wine glass. We were told by our attentive waitstaff that no two were alike...sort of like snowflakes or finger prints.

After entering through the kitchen, we were told we had a choice of the table near the TV or sit in the kitchen. We opted for the TV view. By the way the Iowa Buckeyes were not on TV and we were hoping we could find Larry Welk on one of the channels but a large sign indicated we were not to touch any of the controls. The table was out of the 50's or 60's and was made of chrome and pretend wood. The chairs were like the wine glasses.

Our head waitperson is Julia, who goes by Julie. She is assisted by Beverly and Tammy. There mission is to make sure any of our wants are satisfied. We are shown the board with tonights specials and are encouraged to get our order in the queue. Audrey orders the ribs and is quickly fitted with a bib.

As we are waiting for our food we check out the wines and share Buckeye stories. At some point
Deb gets mischievous and pulls a marking pen from her purse which she stole from work and begins to write on the wall. Well, I was taken aback at that behavior and sure hope the owners of did not notice her vandalism.

The meal was delightful and although we missed our chance to see the Buckeyes....there is always next week. See you at the Carver Hawkeye Arena