We had the annual meeting for our water association today. The president provides barbecue brisket and I make pies. I took a cherry, an apple, and a raisin custard pie. I made some others, but one of them didn't set up at all so I'm glad I didn't cut it.

It was nice to see the neighbors from up and down the river.

With nobody to guard the goose from wild animals, we had to leave him in the garage all morning. He didn't hold it against us, and this afternoon we took him swimming. I'm filming footage to put together a YouTube video that I can post. It will be a comfort after Quackers goes to his new home one of these days.

There was a fisherman today who arrived at 7 am. This afternoon he rang the doorbell asking for help because he'd locked his keys in his Subaru Forester. The door was slightly ajar, so they were able to snake a straightened out coat hanger in there. For some reason, the guy thought if he could pull the inside door handle, it would unlock the door. I don't think cars have worked that way for years. We finally gave up, and called Bob's Towing for the guy. 30 minutes and $80 cash later, the car was unlocked.



That car you can see is a 1967 Mustang. We could have opened it if it had been the one with the keys locked in it.

We saw this on a murder mystery TV show - read the sentence that starts "Home of 500..."