"It's okay. Sooner or later everybody goes to the zoo." That might explain Friday, but it applies a little more to Saturday, as we made a two-car field trip to the Memphis Zoo. I don't think I've been to Memphis in five years or more. But the zoo's still at the end of Sam Cooper Blvd, so we found it okay. Miranda and Steve, her boyfriend, better known as Scuba to avoid any mixups with my own kid, Stephen, had been planning this trip for months. We just went along for the ride, but anyone who knows me knows I love to go to the zoo. Can't really explain it, but it's been a life-long fascination. So we spent six hours in the sun, shot a 24-exposure roll of film and took 86 digital shots, and in general acted like tourists. Now I'm back to the REAL zoo, but it's okay for a Monday.
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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