All fixed now.
So our Dad sat there on the bench outside with his foot in the box of sand and plaster waiting for it to set up, the kids got bored and left which was good cause my Dad wanted to keep it outside to dry over night, he hid it in one of the grates. The next day he got it out and it was so cool how the plaster had spread making the 3-D image of my Dads foot look even larger, he pulled it from the box and cleaned it up some, it looked like the real deal. This memory took us to another memory of our Grandpa Gus, our Dads Dad. He lived in a cabin in the woods in Paris Michigan on the Muskegon river. When my Dad was stationed stateside we always spent half our summers at Grandpas cabin. On of my earliest memories of the cabin was the summer before first grade for me, my Dad was getting ready to switch duty stations, he was going ahead to Germany to set up our housing and my mom, sister and I would follow a few months later. We had gone to visit Grandpa for a week, it was cold and rainy one day, Grandpa thought it would be a good idea to go search for Bigfoot, so mom packed us a lunch and we all climbed into Grandpas red beat up van, when I say we all I mean, my parents, my sister and I, our Uncles Mike, Scott, Kerry and Brian. We were all very close in age, my Uncle Mike was 3 years oldr than Bo, My Uncle BRian was 1 year younger than Bo. How many people can say they are oldr than their uncles, I always found that funny. But anyway, we headed out into the woods following dirt roads here and there. At times we would come across areas where a lot of tree branches were broken and things looked torn up, grandpa would pull the van over, we would all get out and inspect, "Yup, grandpa would say, this is a sign, Bigfoot has been here." Then he would get real still, "Did you hear that?" I didn't but I would nod anyway, "We better get back in the van and move on." Later in the drive a small tree lay across the dirst road, my grandpa, dad and Uncle Mike made a big todo about moving it. "Oh yeah, said Granpa, we are closing in on him, he really doesn't want us here."
I was in highschool when I found out that Grandpa had set that up for us, all the scratches in the bark, broken branches, trampled brush and even the tree in the road, it was all Grandpa.
I'll be back in a few, I need to call my sister....
