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So yesterday was Township Day in the area where I reside.
This meant
a chance to have friends and loved ones over for some BBQ-ing, boozing and
all-around merriment.
It also
meant a trip across the street to a nearby park where we’d been told the real
party could be found. We were promised the opportunity to view a wide-range of
arts and crafts, hob knob with local merchants, and see a variety of live and
in-person demonstrations and performances.
Two
items on the list of demonstrations stood out to me in particular. Well three,
actually. The first was a wilderness survival club presentation which was
supposed to last about 45 minutes. That stood out to me because it seemed about 39 minutes longer than I thought you could sustain a wilderness survival
talk in a public park, surrounded on all sides by major road ways. I mean, I watched
Bear Grylls show for years and if there’s one thing I learned, it’s that you can’t
talk about wilderness survival, you must live it.
It’s
not enough to simply instruct people how to escape from quicksand, you must
first throw yourself in headfirst and show them how it’s done. Much like any story teller worth his or her salt, you gotta show not tell, ya’ll.
So we
didn’t go see those guys because meh.
But we
did plan on two others: a beekeeper demonstration and a police dog demonstration.
The
beekeeper one appealed to me because there was the chance that the bees would
rise up and attack their cruel keeper. Yeah I know, it’s morbid and ugly. So be
it. As much as I try to distance myself from my fellow man at all times, I have
at least that one thing in common with the rest of the 7 billion people on this
planet: We all can’t help but slow down and stare at a car wreck.
The
police dog thing appealed to me because dogs. Duh.
