That’s right, I went to some mouse races in East Carondelet. Where is East Carondelet, you may ask. Well, you cross the river to Illinois, get to Cahokia, take a few turns around some trailer parks, drive through a couple of cornfields and there you are. If you blink, you would have missed it.
Okay, so when you get invited to mouse races, you can’t say no, especially when you’ve never been. They were so ridiculous, I loved it! Come on, you’re betting on mice and they are so unpredictable! For example:
If you had chosen 1, 2, 3, or 4, you would have lost since they all WENT THE WRONG WAY. We even had one mouse make it almost to the end and turn around and run back to the beginning of the track.
This was a great time, who would have thought I would be up there yelling for my mouse to win? If mouse and races come up in the same sentence next time someone talks to you, you jump on that opportunity to go. You won’t regret it.