Elk

At a lovely party this afternoon I met the roundly proclaimed mayor of Grass Creek, Indiana (so small there isn't even a population number listed on Wikipedia) who, at 86, was a charmer if there ever was one. He asked, after we had told stories back and forth, what country I was from? He couldn't place my accent. I told him "Chicago." He said, "Oh. That explains it." We had a great time. When the party wound down we all trooped across the road to see new baby goats (born this afternoon!) and then the mayor and his wife invited me to follow them to a farm near Fletcher Lake where a guy is raising Elk! They were beautiful but I doubt they are pets. Bummer.