In the middle of last week I posted a story about Mick meets Jon. It should have been Mick meets Jon and Kim. Here is Kim’s correction:
Okay, your story is close, but old age is obviously taking its toll.
We went to a horse sale in Kalona, Iowa – an area settled by the Amish. I used to love going there because I could always find an Amish boy my age to play around the barns while the sale was going on. My dad would also occasionally buy an Amish buggy that we could hitch our ponies to. Anyway, you’re right about the food, they had a hamburger stand that we gorged ourselves in.
Then, you (Mick) and Jon found some swings and had a contest to see who could go the highest for the longest. It seemed to last for hours. As I found out later, you didn’t want to take on Jon when it came to rides at the fair – nothing rotated, swirled, or spun fast enough to make him sick. I do remember adding to the taunting, to the point where Jon said, “I . . don’t think he’s faking it . . better . . stop.”
So, you may have won the contest, but on the ride back home in the ’52 DeSoto, you paid the price and upchucked the entire hamburger and orange soda. What a waste. Still kinda gets me dizzy thinking about it.
Sorry Mick, guess I owe you one.
Kim J. Ludtke
Kim’s right. To this day even the thought of going on a roller coaster or other rides at the fair makes me nauseous. – Mick