Not only did my husband get up in the morning with me on his only day off this week, but he packed up my lunch for work and started my car as it had snowed yet again during this fine winter/spring. After good-bye kisses I opened the door to find these barefoot-man-feet prints leading to my car. Who else would track these naked impressions beside maybe Big Foot or the Abominable Snowman? Marty Franke, of course. I guess shoes were over rated that morning and if nothing else he sure is a true Canadian and he is definitely a keeper.
(Originally posted April 28, 2014)