|HEADING INTO BAYFIELD THIS MORNING|
|THE WET SNOW IS REALLY COMING DOWN|
|THE REFLECTION IN SCOOTER'S WINDOW IS OUR KITCHEN LIGHT IN THE HOUSE|
|OUR FRONT YARD|
|A CRUISE THROUGH THE PARK BEFORE HEADING OUT|
|TURNING LEFT ON BAYFIELD RIVER ROAD HEADING FOR BAYFIELD|
|IN THE BAYFIELD HARBOR I NOTICED THIS FELLOW WAITING WITH HIS ENGINE RUNNING TO HAVE HIS BOAT PULLED OUT OF THE WATER|
|A SWING DOWN AROUND BAYFIELD'S BEACH|
|COMING BACK A FEW MINUTES LATER THIS GUY WITH HIS ENGINE TURNED OFF NOW IS STILL WAITING....I THINK THE TRACTOR RAN OUT OF GAS AND THE DRIVER HAD TO GO GET SOME MORE:))|
|HEADING INTO BAYFIELD'S CEMETERY|
|HAD TO BRUSH A FEW BRANCHES ASIDE ALONG THE WAY|
|LOOKS TO ME LIKE A DUCK-FOOTED PENGUIN WADDLED ALONG HERE|
|I DON'T THINK PHEEBS IS TOO IMPRESSED WITH THE SNOW|
|'I'M NOT LIKING THIS COLD WHITE STUFF DAD!!'|
|OH WAIT A MINUTE....THERE MIGHT BE SOME SNACKS AROUND HERE SOMEWHERE|
|YEP, WE DEFINITELY LEFT SOME TRACKS IN THE CEMETERY THIS MORNING|
GROANER'S CORNER:(( A man spent a weekend gambling in Las Vegas casinos, and he won $100,000. He didn't want anyone to know about it, so when he came back home, he immediately went out to the backyard of his house, dug a hole, and planted the money in it. The next morning he walked outside and found only an empty hole. He noticed footsteps leading from the hole to the house next door, which was owned by a deaf-mute. On the same street lived a professor who understood sign language and was a friend of the deaf man. Grabbing his pistol, the enraged man went to awaken the professor and dragged him to the deaf man's house. He screamed at the professor: "You tell this guy that if he doesn't give me back my money I'll kill him!" The professor conveyed the message to his friend, and his friend replied in sign language: "I hid it in my backyard, underneath the cherry tree." The professor turned to the man with the gun and said: "He's not going to tell you. He said he'd rather die first."
One day St. Peter saw a street gang walking up to the Pearly Gates. St. Peter ran to God and said, "God, there are some low-life street gang members at the Gates. What do I do?" God replied, "Just do what you normally do with that type. Redirect them."
St. Peter went back to carry out the order, but he suddenly came running back and yelling, "God, God, they're gone! They're gone!" "The street gang?" "No, the Pearly Gates!"