Smiley Anders for October 9, 2009

• By SMILEY ANDERS
• Advocate columnist
• Published: Oct 9, 2009 - Page: 1B

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After a few vacation days at Bubba’s Exxon, Motel & Bait Shop in Back Brusly, we decided to view some colorful fall foliage, not yet much in evidence around Brusly.

So we wound up in New England, where we learned:

► We were in potatoes-for-breakfast country, where we suffered from miss-my-grits syndrome.

In Bennington, Vt., we dined at a place called “Full Bellies” — a perfect example of New England directness.

► In Maine, we found that (1) they have really HUGE crawfish and (2) it is already colder than the depths of winter down here. Coming from a tropical paradise, I wasn’t prepared to be chilled.

“Go outside; breathe the cool, crisp air!” I was told.

Which I did for about five minutes, before rushing back to the fireplace to thaw out.

► Driving through New Hampshire’s White Mountain National Forest, where the leaves were at their most colorful, we spotted a sign that read “Brake for Moose.”

Lady Katherine said it was possibly the most unnecessary sign she had ever seen.

But I think it was designed for folks who DON’T brake for moose, but cheerfully slam into those big suckers.

Those drivers would be scarier that any moose that ever lived …

Hamlet revisited

Roy Robison says Shakespeare was both psychic and a football fan. As evidence, he cites the Bard’s immortal line, “Tebow or not Tebow, that is the question …”