It uses to be that when I was winter fishing and I smelled garlic fish dope, I got hungry for pizza. Last night while eating pizza, I got hungry for slinging the buggy whip. It was funny, while the pizza was an inch from my nose, I closed my eyes and could feel the wind out of the North West making my nose numb and hear the cry of a loon off in the distance.
Guess it is time to head to Cumberland tomorrow.



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