by In my travel post last week I neglected to mention Sheriff Dave Clarke He is the sheriff of Milwaukee County and was one of the panelists at several of the National Review sessions. He gained nation attention with a campaign ad where he told people to learn to defend themselves until the police got there. The amphibious left shrieked in horror and accused him of promoting gun violence. Joyce is a fan because he has stood his ground and not knuckled under to the toads but doubled down on supporting police and accusing criminals of, well, criminality.
On the first evening of the cruise the sheriff was at a reception for the NR cruisers and made the mistake of walking by the table where Joyce and I were visiting with some people we’d met. Joyce accosted him and demanded he let her shake his hand. He was gracious, of course, and thanked her for her service when she told him about her police background.
Later in the cruise, Joyce and I were out on the pool deck after breakfast taking the air when the sheriff and his wife came out to enjoy a little sun. There weren’t any other people around. We had noticed during the panel discussions that Sheriff Clarke had a blue star on the outside of his laptop. Joyce thought he might be a Cowboys fan but I doubted that since he was from Milwaukee. I thought it more likely the star was a symbol of a sheriff’s badge. When the sheriff removed his shirt to sunbath we noticed he had a blue star tattooed on his shoulder. Joyce decided she had to find out so gain she accosted the poor man and demanded an explanation. Turns out he’s a “life-long” Cowboys fan.
I’m not saying Joyce stalked the sheriff but there was a whiff of that in the air. Needless to say, she’s an even bigger fan after meeting him and listening to his comments in the NR panel discussions.
Sadly, the little chick has gone missing and is presumed dead, and consumed as is likely the case. Wednesday evening it and the hen were both missing when it was time to put the chickens up. I helped Joyce search for them in the dark but we could not find them. Later Joyce passed the chicken yard on her way back from Kari’s and noticed the hen outside the chicken house. The doors were shut so it couldn’t get in. Joyce let her in but there was no chick to be seen. The chick and the hen were spending a lot of time foraging like the rest of the chickens, which meant the chick was more vulnerable. It was big enough to do a little foraging on its own and not stay right next to its mother constantly but but not big enough to dissuade any predators lurking.
Joyce and I hauled out and set up the Christmas decorations inside and out and are enjoying them, though we weren’t especially keen on the hauling out and putting up part. We had a mild day for it, which helped. We won’t want to take them down and store them in January but we’re not ready to play the elder card yet and simply stop going through the Christmas decorations bump and grind.