The Thermos Bottle will be filled with Door County Cinnamon Sugar Biscotti Coffee in a few minutes and then I will hop into the Old Ford and drive into work.
My travels yesterday took me in a direction where I could shop at a few of the nice Wisconsin cheese stores. I was looking for dessert cheese and what I wanted was either maple cheese or cinnamon apple cheese. I was blessed to find both and then wouldn't you know I also bought some horseradish cheddar cheese. The last one is quite a contrast to the other two. We love Wisconsin cheese.
Rene and I like to slip sweet cheese shavings between our pancakes or French toast. I guess it is a guilty pleasure of ours. I shopped at three stores and found what I was looking for at "The Cheese Castle".
But what I encountered was more precious than the cheese. I had been duck hunting and just pulled myself out of a muddy river an hour before. My attire was less than desirable. I was wearing camo sweat pants that have seen better days. I took some old slippers along to wear after I removed my waders. My old camo shirt had a few holes in it. I was not the best dressed hunter. Rene has been asking me to throw those old clothes away. But they are comfortable and they have some memories attached to them. I do have some new stuff set aside and some day I will break them out of storage.
Proverbs 22:6New King James Version (NKJV)
6 Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he will not depart from it
And when he is old he will not depart from it
While shopping for cheese I must have looked like I really just hitch hiked in. I was a little hungry so the sample cheeses were there and I tired a couple or four. Then I went to look for the cheese I wanted. I could not find it at first. I was looking at the packages of cheese and then putting them back until I found my prizes. It must have looked like I was reading the price and then deciding that I could not afford them. One family in particular assumed that I was a homeless person that just wandered in from the highway. They sent their little girl over to offer to purchase some cheese curds for me along with some crackers and a coffee. She addressed me as sir and was very polite. I assured her and her listening parents that I had just stopped in and really wasn't properly dressed, but I could afford the cheese purchase. I thanked them for being so kind and concerned. I purchased my cheese and left. They actually followed me out to the parking lot. Once the saw me climbing into the Old Ford they felt better. I waved and the Old 250 roared down the road.
What made me smile was this. They were teaching that five or six year old a lesson on compassion and kindness. They were teaching her to share. I for one learned not to shop on the way home from duck hunting. I tossed out the clothes later yesterday.
Have a great day. Train up those kids.
Marty
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