Following my early August return from attendance at the American Numismatic Association’s World’s Fair of Money, my travel activities became sparse over the coming three months. That spell would not be broken until the second weekend of November, when I headed off to take in the Albuquerque Coin Club’s annual fall show. In the interim, with but a couple exceptions, my engagements were mostly locally focused.
Things were mighty quiet through the first two weeks following my August return to Iola, Wis., from Pittsburgh, Pa. That interlude ended on the last Monday of the month, closing it out with attendance at a pair of meetings. First up was a late afternoon monthly meeting of the Iola Old Car Show board, which I sit on in an ex-officio advisory capacity, having been co-founder of the event with the late Chet Krause. Then, that evening, there were the monthly meetings of the Iola Historical Society (IHS), which I have been serving as president since 2011, a typically roughly three-hour session embracing board, membership and program sessions.
After spending most of the extended weekend that followed relaxing around home, including a day-long Sunday family gathering that had assembled, overlooking Long Lake from the conjoined yards of our home and that of daughter Sharon next door, Labor Day found me firing up the Audi for a road trip to Okoboji, Iowa. Hitting the road following a late breakfast at the Rose Garden restaurant in Waupaca with Sally and Sharon, it was about 12:45 p.m. and I’d logged 88 miles by the time I arrived at the I-90/94 split at Tomah. The log had built to 132 miles by the time I crossed the Mississippi at La Crosse.
