The helping hand

Every once in a while I get an email or a phone call from for the Bull Elk asking if I can stop by his parent’s house and pick a few things up for him which usually isn’t a problem because I’m going up to his house anyway and his parents live pretty close to me. So last week I get an email from him asking if I could stop by and pick a few things up. Since I was having breakfast at the Kamas Kompound before the Wolverine Ridge race it seemed innocuous. I told him I would stop off Thursday on my way home from work and pick the stuff up. I arrive and The Bull Elk’s sister answers the door and just starts laughing. I asked what was funny and she said that The Bull Elk was going to be pissed because they clean out the basement and was sending all of his stuff back with me. We ended up filling up the back seat of the car with a lot of crap including a vintage 1970’s green crock-pot. Here’s a look of one person’s definition of a “few” things.