I feel compelled to tell this story because, honestly, I still have trouble believing what I saw. On Saturday, I was asked to be the hostess at Mezzo Ristorante. As Robin was explaining the ins and outs of being the hostess with the mostest, I spotted something coming down Erie Street out of the corner of my eye.
My mouth dropped, stopping Robin in mid sentence, and I simply uttered the words “what the (insert expletive here)”. A pick up truck was making it’s way down the street with a trailer hitched to it. Sprawled out on that trailer was the biggest moose I had ever seen (actually it’s the only moose I have ever seen but it was huge). It hardly fit in the trailer! It’s legs were just hanging over the sides. And the antlers! Oh, the antlers. They were ginourmous!
But the best part was when I heard someone yell out “Hey! There goes my uncle!” It was at that moment that I thought to myself….am I dreaming? No, no I wasn’t. Uncle was just coming home from a hunting trip and was making his way home via Erie, on a Saturday evening at dinner hour on a street filled with restaurants, with his dead moose.
Where was my camera when I needed it???
