Joshua Mayer from Madison, WI, USA, CC BY-SA 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons
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By Bill Stokes
Kickass, the doorstop dog, reports that the keeper and Phyllis have returned from their search of the Central Wisconsin potato fields and wildland for an appropriate site for a Mr. Potato Head monument; and are happy to be home after another harrowing experience directly tied to the keeper’s Shackleton-like exploratory tendencies.
First it was the beaver-flooded backroad, and then came the sprawling Mead Wildlife Area where the keeper innocently followed a logging truck through a service entrance and onto a very narrow dyke road that stretched ahead for miles and offered no opportunity for turning back.
During the seemingly endless miles of unnerving tight-rope driving, the keeper tried to reassure Phyllis, and himself, that, although they were very obviously in forbidden territory, they would make a successful escape.
And they did—finally, thanks to a dyke intersection far out in the middle of the protected area where a hundred of so while pelicans had congregated, and where there was room to turn the car around.
The keeper apologizes to the Mead people for his trespassing and promises not to do it again. Phyllis, who has great respect for the outstanding Mead Wildlife area, having participated years ago in its establishment, heartily endorses the keeper’s promise; and graciously refrains from suggesting that sometimes he exhibits the judgement of a Mr. Potato Head.
