Well, at least it's not a Bear . . . . . . oh wait, no danger to anyone in Sconnie Nation from one of them,
One of the long-standing jokes I have with Kate addresses her inability to discern directions. Doesn't understand east from west, always turns the wrong direction when going into the mall . . . It's nothing short of amazing to me that her brain function stops when it comes to issues of direction and spousal choices.
I tell her, "Don't wonder off - you'll be eaten by bears".
Well, about three years ago, and about an equal distance from our house but in the opposite direction of this alleged lion spotting, a Black Bear was treed in an industrial park.
"See", I said, "They're coming to get you".
It doesn't help that the town she grew up in, Mukwonago, it a Potawatomi word meaning
bear's den.
So today, I feel like the scarecrow, escorting Dorothy through the forest.
Fordboy, I seem to recall, many many years ago, a quasi-professional football team in Illinois, and I think they were called the Bears.
Whatever happened to them?