“Oh, Hello Hiram,” Em says clasping her hands before her.
‘Arrooogahhh!’ the horn bleats again, “Why Helloo There Em,” Hiram calls out over the strumming of the banjo music coming over the tape player he’s got rigged up in the Model A, “Taking Daddy’s Truck down to the BBQR , “Wanna Ride,”
“Why Sure Hiram,” Em calls back above the strumming, as she nearly skips over to the passenger side, “Me an’ Hiram were sweeties back in school,” Em calls as she climbs in, “Thanks Scout!”
“Scout?” I reply, “I’m not that good of a Scout!” I yell to her.
“And they aren’t so sure your ancestor was either,” she calls back.
‘Here we go,” Hiram speaks over the plucking, he puts the Model A into gear, and the antique truck lurches off the Droll Bridge and chugs on down the road in the direction of the BBQr.
“Heyt wait!” I yell, “What about Baron Von Weenerman and the Scout and their trip to the Red Sea?”
Em leans out the window and waves, “Byee Scout!!”
I shrug, and grin. Maybe the Baron’s and the Scout’s adventures on their epic trip to Eygypt and the Red Sea would have to wait. But after all, I had helped to bring two lost sweeties back together, and had gotten off of the Droll Bridge in less than ten minutes time.