Actually I didn’t need to wrry too much about trailing the Weenerman. Rodney obviously was having to work at lugging the trailer of cement block. There was a well-marked trail of tractor-blue body bondo to follow. And as I figured, the trail veered off down a side-road that would take me to the old-horse farmer’s place close to the river. He had his place close to the Too Much so his customers from the Burdock side wouldn’t have to drive theri carts far to get to his place. But this way he had the straight roads into the Clover County Seat.
I’m driving down the road and pass the grove of sugar gum pines. I grin when i remember the Weenerman’s project of tapping the sugar pines and then trying to boil down the sap for a syrup that was said to be sweeter than maple syrup.
He said he was using a special process handed down over the generations.
Some where along the line, apparently someone had forgotten a crucial step.
The resulting concotion, though it smelled good, certainly would stick to the ribs if someone had ever managed to ingest it.
As a matter of fact, the sugar pine syrup stuck to about everything else.
The syrup-concotion has been the only thing I’ve ever seen that could stick-to Pownder-pancakes, and it stuck to the fork, the plate, the ceiling.
It would have made a great adhesive.