Moose

I suppose I should have included this in the wildlife post, but it is
actually somewhat of a grey area. Our immediate neighbor, beside our
camper is a man named Moose. I don't know what his real name is, or
even if he has one. I suspect they started calling him that in the
first few minutes of his life. One's imagination could take flight
thinking of the possible reasons why...
As I understand it, he is the boatyard owner's uncle's nephew's
brother's son... - well you get the picture. It is enough of a
connection that he lives and works here because of it. We don't really
know what he does when he works, and he is large, moves rather slowly
and is shy. Kind of like, well, a moose. I do know that in his down
time he watches tv. I know this because of the very large satellite
dish in front of our camper. Shiny and new. Sort of like a beacon.
Hard to miss. Unless you are me, and you are backing up the car. I
honestly didn't think I had hit it. I mean, it barely moved!
Thankfully Moose wasn't around at the time, but I knew by the look on
his face later on that date night with his 12 pack of beer and the
football game had been cancelled. I never said a word...
Anyhow, the "dish" repairman showed up early the next day. The
conclusion was that there had been enough wind to " jostle" it out of
position somehow. Phew! And no charge to Moose. Bigger phew. I had
avoided a close encounter with a moose. In Florida...