Wedding and Not So Pleasant Trip Home

My nephew, Joel, married Mandy, his college sweetheart, this past Saturday in a lovely wedding in Thorp, WI. 

I have to say I really like the choices of the bridesmaid gowns.  They weren’t all alike.  They were the same beautiful color, yet each was slightly different.  They fit the bridesmaid instead of the traditional one style fits all.    

I will be heading back to Wisconsin this weekend for my parent’s 60^th anniversary.  I’m hoping the photographer has the photos on line by then.  The reception was at a resort/camp on a lake.  They took a lot of outdoor photos.  Can’t wait.

It was the trip back that regrettably will be a tad more memorable.  We really cruised the whole time until the point of where 294 ends and 90/94/80 merge south of downtown Chicago; everything came to a stop and the left two lanes had to merge to the right without a lot of forewarning.  I looked up and on an overpass, about half a football field/50 yards away, was an overturned semi.  That explained why we were stopped. 

The semi tractor was gone and two huge wreckers were on each end of the trailer working on up-righting it.  The wheels of the trailer were facing us.  We surmised that the wreckers were working on moving the trailer more towards the center of the over-pass in order to get it upright.  Obviously, this accident had happened some time ago and that they must have been letting traffic on the 294 through every now and then.

The only thing we could see once they got to a point of having it about 1/3 of the way upright was that it was a cattle truck.    This was confirmed when we saw three guys running from around the other side of the trailer followed in close proximity by a bull…and we realized that the trailer had live animals in it. 

The bull stopped about the mid way point of the trailer, the three guys continued to run to the safety of the police cars that were blocking traffic from the bridge.  The poor thing started to limp back the way it had come. Oh, the poor thing is hurt.  He might have seriously hurt or maybe even broken his leg.  Oh, how awful for it.

The bull noticed another gent standing near the wrecker on that end and proceeded to charge.  The guy gave a quick thought about getting into the cab and then changed his mind and ran around the back of the wrecker. 

Bull didn’t follow.  Just limped around a bit.  Oh the poor thing. Then everything goes bad.  The officers are getting their shotguns out.  Hollie schmoe they are going to shoot the bull.  Despite knowing it is in the best interest of this injured animal, I don’t care to be here to see or hear this.  I’m covering my eyes.  I’m moaning and groaning.  Oh my gawd.  Oh my gawd. Oh my gawd.  I put the visor down.  POP!  Not a bang, it was a loud POP!  Hollie schmoe, oh my gawd, oh jeez, I can’t.   Jack said the traffic is starting to move and to pay attention to what I’m doing because the bull is still standing.  HOLLIE SCHMOES – OH MY GAWD – OH JEEZ LOUISE.  And the second POP goes off just as we are under the over pass.  Get me the he… out of here.