Steve and Judy's Travels!

  Paid a visit to the walk-in clinic today.  I scraped my leg just above the ankle a few days ago (Trikke accident.  Caught an edge).  The body is programmed to fight off infection, but in this case the body appears to be losing.  The ankle is getting noticeably fuller.  (No wrinkles.  Now it looks younger than the rest of me.)  The assistant who checked me in at the clinic was nice enough, until she decided to describe that portion of my leg as a Cankle (calf/ankle).   At any rate, the Cankle is now turning truly vibrant colors, and threatening to expand its influence to other parts of the body.  We’re going to put an antibiotic ointment on it and see if that helps.  I’m otherwise happy with the balance of bugs in my body, so I declined to take the general antibiotic.  The doctor gave be a prescription for it just in case the infection starts spreading seriously north.   Now I have a nice looking gauze wrap around my ankle that provides absolutely no clue to what is going on beneath it, so I’m telling everyone it’s a rattlesnake bite.    

 

  But in the end, we could tell who the winners were.    

  The contest was judged by Billy Ray, who happens to own a Barbecue Restaurant in Oklahoma, so the whole event was in the hands of a trained professional.  There was, however, suspicious activity.   Money changed hands with the judge.   Alcohol may have been involved.   Some teams managed to incorporate the judge’s name into their team name.   And some teams shamelessly used the judge’s own sauce (Billy Ray’s Barbecue Sauce) on their entries.