We're Cosgriffs, Ma'am

This past February me brother Phil and I faced a dilemma: could we load an entire cargo van with what appeared to be far too much stuff? But we did it, because we knew Dad could. We couldn't let him down. We got that van loaded.

Yesterday I helped my son pick up a sofa from IKEA. Even I was shocked at how much stuff went with it. The stock clerk as she brought everything out advised, "You can take part today and come back tomorrow for the rest," clearly believing our task insurmountable. The trouble was the IKEA was in Canton, Michigan and the sofa was going to Tawas, Michigan, around 200 miles north. A second trip wasn't very practical.

Me son Frank immediately said, "We can take everything out of the boxes and make it work." That's my boy. His grandfather, me Pops, was surely smiling on him too. In Frank's lead (It was his stuff, so I properly deferred to him) we commenced work. In twenty minutes, my new old van was loaded and we were off.

When we arrived in Tawas my daughter-in-law remarked, with proper awe, "Wow. You got all that into your van?"

"We're Cosgriffs, Ma'am. It's what we do," I responded. And that was that.

A Grand Night Out

Yesterday I was at the UPS Store to ship a bunch of drain snake cutters to a customer in Glennie, MI. The young man at the counter goes, "Oh wow! My family has a vacation home in Glennie! Ever been there?" he asks.

I tell him I've driven through it (it's about 3 hours north of Detroit) but that's all.

"You better like fishing because that's all you can do there," he comments.

I mention that I think it's close to a little city on Lake Huron called Tawas. "It is, about twenty minutes," the guy confirms. Then he adds with a wry smile, "Tawas is where the people in Glennie go for a night on the town!"

New York City and Chicago must not hold a candle to Tawas, then.