I called my dad this morning to tell him I might need to go to Watseka and he paused so long I almost thought we’d been disconnected and then he asked, “Watseka, Illinois?” as if there might be some other one.
“Yes, by you.”
“Well, they do have a nice Walmart.”
And then I told him about the Watseka Wonder and he scoffed.
Well, it’ll have to wait until later anyway. The Roff home isn’t open this month or next.
You’d think a man who ran over my flower garden would be more supportive of my non-run-overable curiosities.