Film Review: Winnebago Man

I just finished watching Winnebago Man. It was a great investment of my time. It follows the filmmaker as he tracks down Jack Rebney, the notorious "Angry Winnebago Salesman". The film took turns that I didn't expect, starting off somewhat slow when it appeared that Jack is a completely serene, chilled old man. That's not where the film ends, fortunately. I was totally charmed by this old guy, perhaps because he reminds me of the cynicism and morbid humour I enjoy so much in my father. Great film!

http://winnebagoman.com/

Pinkus Jubilate Special Reserve Dark

It's good. It's dark, but the initial flavour is bitter, not sweet. The sweetness comes later. I like sweet, dark beers, so the bitterness took a bit of getting used to. The aftertaste lingers somewhat. The more I write about it the less I like it actually. I guess it's just okay. It's cool that it's organic.

I felt pretty foiled today, tried to go to the library, and Tix on the Square, only to find most places were closed. As I parked and walked toward the library, an old man in an electric wheelchair with an oxygen tank strapped on the back. As he attempted to cross the street, he missed the sloped part of the curb and before my eyes his wheelchair leaned over and crashed leaving him on his side, leg under the chair, immobilized. I threw my purse down keys landing separately. 4 more young people joined in and we righted him after realizing he was heavy. He was Russian or Polish, and kept saying his left leg hurts with arthritis. I was afraid he had broken something. He said he didn't want the ambulance. It all happened so fast. As soon as we had him back on his chair, he wasted no time and said, 'Have a nice Easter,' riding off into the wind. The five of us stared at each other not knowing whether to say hello, thanks, or call him a medic. We agreed we had done a good deed and went our separate ways. I wish him well, he reminded me of the value of being kind to one another. It feels good.

To read or not to read

For the past 2 weeks, almost every day when I drive to work, I see a book, opened, lying next to the cement divider in the middle of Groat road as I drive on to the bridge. I wonder what book this is. Are other drivers wondering the same thing? I must admit I notice it every other day or so, but it truly intrigues me when it catches my eye. I spent the remainder of my drive today pondering if I should get to the book during the slow hours of traffic. Is it a textbook? A guidebook? Is it a memoir? How did it get there?

can of wings

Today I picked up a can, it will pay for 1/2 a wing I ate at Brewster's.

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