With Uncle Ebeneezer.
This morning I was introduced to the freezer section of the Cuyahoga County Morgue.
I’m not stranger to the morgue, but most definitely was a stranger to the freezer section.
Had to go through two sets of steel garage doors, and then into the deep freeze.
And when that door opened, I wanted to yell EBENEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZER!!! The stench was atrocious. Almost as bad as a weekend with Thom in Kansas. It woke me up better than five cups of coffee.
But for some reason, all I could think about was Tweezer. Not a specific version… I was waiting for one of the tags to say Ebeneezer.
So… that was my morning. How was yours?