I remember when I drove through Northwestern Ontario every other month for 3 years, those beautiful highways up there. Even saw one or two moose and of course some deer too. My company gave me these things I was suppose to stick in front of my car. Apparently they are suppose to scare off any deer on the road so we don't hit them. Never bothered. Thanks for bringing back the memories though.
Bingo-Rage was an inside joke between my Mum and I. She was a diehard, loyal bingo player who passed away a few years ago. Her jones wasn`t the multimillion dollar jackpots bleeding Las Vegas dry, it was the insatiable $50 inside square and the lascivious, yet demure thousand dollar jackpot.
I could always tell when she had missed a big pot; holding onto a card that only needed two more numbers, when the ballcount was only at 36. Or, some such compelling position. She then watched twenty-two balls dance by, sometimes right next door; but fail to light on her stoop. She was steamed.
I smile and declare ``another clear, cut case of Bingo Rage. Tut, tut...``
That earned a harumph and we would run our post-Bingo routine: analysis of the night`s lineup and remembrances of triumphs past.
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I remember when I drove through Northwestern Ontario every other month for 3 years, those beautiful highways up there. Even saw one or two moose and of course some deer too. My company gave me these things I was suppose to stick in front of my car. Apparently they are suppose to scare off any deer on the road so we don't hit them. Never bothered. Thanks for bringing back the memories though.
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