When we pulled into Whip-O-Will campsites the first thing we noticed, aside from the moss covered trailers that looked like this was where trailers go before they go to the landfill, was the unusual frequency with which we saw golf carts. It was especially odd because there wasn’t a golf course anywhere nearby. I wondered if you could rent them while you were visiting. Nope. These people owned these golf carts. I found myself in a strange new land.
My brother-in-law, who chose this campground, told me that every 4th of July, they have a golf cart parade and everyone decks out their carts. It’s a big deal, he assured me. I thought, “Mmm, yea. Decorated golf carts. Really?”
While we were sitting around the campfire at night a woman on a golf cart appeared. She was looking for a judge for the golf cart parade. I couldn’t turn down an opportunity to sit in a velvet chair, slam down a gavel and declare a decision, (without the velvet chair and the gavel.)
My nephew Danny on the unicycle was beat out by this punk on the bike. Something about judges not being allowed to vote for their relatives or some such nonsense.
The three judges just happened to be from Ohio, which is probably why the creative cart with all the republican blah blah all over it didn't get the nod.
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