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October 29, 2010

Give Me A Break File

Filed under: Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 3:42 AM
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If you are a member of the human race … Please press one.
If you live on the planet Earth … Please press two.
If you would like to speak to someone who understands English …
Good luck.

People are always wondering how it is that the United States slipped into this third world debt ridden status that it presently enjoys.  It could be because it is a fairly accurate description.  About the only thing we make in this country, is debt.

Here is an example.

I ordered some software from a major software provider on the Westcoast.  The cost of this item was not cheap, over $200.  It arrived today and it did NOT work.  So I dutifully call the people (tech support, now that one is a hoot!) and make inquiries and the tech rep tells me, “I will be honest with you.  The browser has a glitch in it and it will not work.  But I can show you another way to use the product.”

My next question to him was, “If you knew this _____ did not work, then why did you take my money and ship it to me?”  No answer for that.  Then he tries, unsuccessfully, to show me how to go around this and still use the product, a product that does not work as advertised.


I spend over an hour on the phone with people who speak something other than English and get nowhere.  So now I have to ship it back (at my expense) and hope that I might sometime in this century get my money back.

One more thing, “I was charged $5.95 freight on the item” and I look down at the USPS box and there it is …. $4.33.  No honor among thieves.  And this Boys & Girls, is why we are sliding into oblivion and owe every monkey’s son on the planet money for our national debt.  Man, man.  I have not had this much fun since I fed my laptop a cup of coffee at the International House of Pancakes!

I sure hope the lines are short at the Post Office Monday.

Have a good weekend.


October 28, 2010

Greed To Go

Another full moon, I hate it when I get this way.  Oh well… Another not so quite lucid post from my world or what is left of it.

Remember that old line:  “It was the best of times … It was the worst of times.”  Think I saw it on a episode or Cheer’s a long, long time ago.

Now let’s to put it into perspective.

Look at the major oil companies for instance, now that times are good, they want to make them REALLY GOOD and want to put some kind of new crap (Okie Scientific Term) in your gasoline, up to 15% of it per gallon.  It will of course destroy older model cars but will run just fine in the newer models.

So the failing automakers get a boost, all the older cars have to leave the road, and the oil companies insure that their supplies of oil are extended well into the next century.

In good times, it’s natural that we pay less attention to our individual expenses. But today, regardless of our current situation, we all need to save as much money as possible.  And when it comes to saving money, the experts agree one of the best places to start is with your grocery bill.  Now that the recession is officially over it might be a good time to consider going back to Twinkies or Ding Dongs?

Thanks to all of the pompous gas bags in our nation’s capitol and the high octane boys digging in the tar sands around the world, we are stuck again.  The majority of us will be of course, sitting at home watching old re-runs of Laverne & Shirley, munching away.  Desperate victims of Anal Glaucoma, the disease brought to you by American Oil, a national affliction of which there is no known cure, a disease where you simply cannot see your ass going anywhere.

So here is the take away.

When Rep. Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) gave her inaugural address as speaker of the House in 2007, she vowed there would be “no new deficit spending.” Since that day, the national debt has increased by $5 trillion, according to the U.S. Treasury Department.

Must be nice, working for the government or the oil companies (if you do not currently live in a gulf state that is).  When you need ready cash, you just print it up or go get it.

Man-Man, here it comes again.  It never seems to end.  All of a sudden the tree house in Belize is looking better and better each day.  Now having done my public service for the day and increased my total word count for the month, I am going to slink into the kitchen for another cup of coffee.  One of the few luxuries in life I can at least afford, it is still hovering around eight dollars a bag.

Now if I just had enough money for a donut to go with it.


October 27, 2010

The Naked News

The People You Meet On The Street … Some things to worry about during your driving test, left turns, most accidents occur during left turns, yeah no poopy, I knew a couple who spent their entire life turning right, just because of this.   Other things to worry about are your turn signals, traffic and naked people walking down the street during your test.

Yes people, a naked man was spotted during a driving test …

Which reminds me of the couple who took their two young children on vacation and they were going down a road, and before them appeared four adults on bicycles COMPLETELY NAKED.

The young couple worried that the children in the back seat would be affected and sure enough, as the naked adults all rode by, the four-year old stood up in the back seat and said, “Did you see that?  None of those people had a helmet on!”

Not-Too-Smart.Com … Suspect to officer:   Kiss my (expletive) and talk to my (expletive) lawyer.  It is going to take more than Matlock to figure this one out, but someone, is gonna spend the night in the pokey.  A man charged with domestic violence Sept. 25 for threatening his ex-wife and breaking vases tried to slip off his handcuffs, according to his Crestview Police Department arrest report.

When officers tried to arrest the man, the suspect “tensed his muscles” and began calling the officers profane names. On the way to the patrol car, the suspect told the officers, “Wait till I get out. All you guys are done.”  On the way to the jail, he called the officer a “fat (expletive)” and tried to slip his cuffs. At the jail, he told the same officer, “Kiss my (expletive) and talk to my (expletive) lawyer,” according to his report.

Taking a wild stab at this, I figure he is going to be a guest of the county for a little bit anyway.

You Make The Call File: Scientists have announced this week some cancer news.  They are now saying that cancer is a man-made disease as they have not been able to find any evidence of it in Egyptian mummies.  Personally I would be far more prone to believe they found evidence of emphysema in a mummy from charcoal (heating and making bricks) than this.

Mummy was squeaky clean … Uh huh sure.  Now what about Buffalo Wings?

A little off the top: We now have naked hairdressers down under …. Hmmmmm, that sound a bit suggestive doesn’t it.  (Personally I prefer a little shrubbery around the house, but that is just me)  Full story here and pictures too!  OI especially liked the comments after the piece, here is a sample:

You could have someones eye out with those don’t forget health and safety !
Dave, Manchester  …. I think I’ll pass on this one, have you seen my hairdresser he’s not the best. Jim Gibson, Newcastle upon Tyne …. Something for the weekend, sir?

Why not add yours to the mix (That is if you are into that sort of thing).  Because of my age and my “Dr. Phil look-alike hairstyle” it really doesn’t do a whole lot for me.

The next thing I know will be receiving a comment from my mother:  “I enjoy reading most of your columns . . . but your hairdo in your photo yesterday sure looked DATED and NOT at all flattering or becoming, to say the least. If you are still sporting that awful hairdo, I suggest you go to a good hair stylist to give you a new and better hairdo. I hope you don’t mind my criticism, it’s nothing personal — just a suggestion.” This is why she lives in Kalifornia and I live here in The Sooner Nation (now all you people in Europe, and Asia try figuring that one out.)

Warning:  That girl is packing …. Used to be in order to attract boys a girl would stuff her bra with Kleenex or soft paper.  But alas, they grow up so quickly.  An item here where a woman wore a bra packed with sedatives in order to rob men, not exactly “high tech” but if it works ….

Say it with a Foot-Long. Flowers are so old hat, now there is a better way.  A Fort Pierce Florida man has been charged with attacking his girlfriend with a corn dog …  I mean how can you never say you are sorry (Love Story) if you slam your special other with a piece of food?  Must be something in the air in Florida, a lot of this stuff is coming out of the sunshine state here lately.

It would be nice to discuss some of this at length, but I have to make my nine-thirty for therapy.  I get to lie down on the couch, relax, tell this wonderful lady all of my thoughts, worries and concerns.  Such as left turns and backing into a buttered doorknob while completely naked.

Stuff like that ….

You on the other hand, need to shut this down and get back to work, it is after all, Hump Day for a five day minimum wage slave in Oklahoma.  You have Mortgage Investment Bankers and politicians counting on you to pull them thru.

YOU DON’T GET CANDY FILE: Now if all of this wasn’t absurd enough to whet your whistle, there is one more,.  I always like to save the best for last … Government is now putting an age limit on Tricker Treaters, if you can believe that.  Read all about it here.

Is this a great country or what? *


*  Clothes make the man.  Naked people have little or no influence on society.  Mark Twain  And of course, no naked people were exposed or hurt during the posting of this post.
Cartoon courtesy of

October 26, 2010

Attitude Adjustment

Filed under: Bus Life,Oklahoma,random,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 5:09 AM
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Being as I am terminally afflicted with a modern illness termed “Road Rage” it is often that I have to self diagnose myself and quickly take measures to protect not only myself, but also the general public at large.

This morning, I am cruising down the boulevard; all is well in my world.  Traffic is light, most of it has cleared out, and the road for the most part is quite empty.


I am pleased, I chuckle and think, “If I was any happier I would have to pay an amusement tax.”

The radio is playing Keith Urban, and I think to myself, “this guy isn’t country; he wouldn’t make a pimple on a country singers …. Uh, he just isn’t country.” Once again, I have to remind myself to …. Leave it alone.

And there he is … Out of the corner of my eye, I see him.

The dumb-bell in the Little Debbie’s Snack Cakes truck, he is going to blow thru that yield sign and push me over.  I feel the heat building; road rage is coming on board to make another trip with me this day.  It doesn’t take much in my old age to set me off like a rocket at Cape Canaveral in Florida, I don’t even hit simmer on most days, just go straight to boil.

I have him figured right, here he comes.

Bigger than Dallas he blows thru the sign and I have to move over, no sense in seeing who has the best insurance this day.  Face it, Eagle bodywork is not like taking the family hoopie into the local Ford dealer.  I succumb to his rude entry into my world, and I note that he is also talking on his cell phone.  Man, that rankles me, only thing worse than this would be text messaging, currently illegal in five states and in my opinion worthy of five to ten in the state pen.

Okie drivers (and I suppose drivers in other states) these days leave a lot to be desired.  Most of them have their head so far up their collective rear-ends, they need a plexi-glass stomach just to see where they are going.  Adding a cell phone, the modern equivalent of a cigarette in the twenty-first century, just makes it worse.  Often technology does the exact reverse of what it was designed to do, mainly, improving the quality of life.

I heat up, I growl, I wish bad things on this person AND his cat.

Knowing full well that this volatile behavior on my part, is not conducive to good mental health or otherwise, I sit back in the seat, I smile and say to no one in particular, “get out of here moron, I have better things to do with my time this day, than mess with you.”  (When it gets really bad, I find a exit ramp and take a whiz, walk around the bus four or five times, stopped in New Mexico one time and got a piece of apple pie …. Whatever works, right?)

I was in Sweetwater, Texas a few summers back and this woman in a mini-van with a little faces in every window, loaded to the gills with kids, blew thru a stop sign right in front of me.  Standing on the breaks hard, shifting the contents of just about everything to the front of the truck, I wanted to kill her.

But I understand that even in Texas, this is illegal.

So I shouted out at her, “Don’t you know when to stop!”

She yelled back, “these aint all my kids!”

Texas, it is like a totally other world ….. Y’all.

Most truckers look at bus drivers with disdain and something less than outright disgust.  They feel we do not have a right to be on the road with them, same as four wheelers and the like, and have told me so on several occasions.  But the simple truth of the matter is we share a common problem, and that problem is bad drivers and attitudes.

When you get right down to it, where the rubber meets the road, we actually share the same universe, our world’s are not all that different.

The sign reads “Flyin J at exit 194” and a nice looking KW, clearly a garbage hauler, with a half-million dollars in chrome, naked women on his mudflaps and at least four dozen made in Hong Kong LED lights, comes barging onto the scene with a vengeance.  I move over, the lettering on the back of his trailer reads, “Every courtesy of the road is yours.” Now isn’t that ironic?

Time to back out of it, and get some pie.  Won’t help my boyish figure any but it will almost certainly improve my attitude.

Life is short … enjoy the ride.


October 25, 2010

Shoppin With Mama

Filed under: humor,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 3:35 AM
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As we have been into our own routines and projects here lately, the wife and I decided to do something together.  For a refreshing change of pace, we went shopping yesterday.  Strangely we found ourselves with a little extra scrilla in our pockets, we decided that shopping would be the endeavor for the day.  (Kids refer to money as scrilla these days, if y’all aint hip, it surely isn’t my fault.  “Yo Mama got mad scrilla. We’re gonna rock the mall later.”)

So we set out in earnest and during the course of the day, ended up walking some five different Malls.  Or as My wife is fond of saying — We Shop Until We Drop — a kind of “take no prisoners attitude that I surely do not adhere to or understand.“  Even now, much later, I still do not know what it was that we were shopping for.

Shopping for me is never that great, and I usually wear out early, the whining factor comes into play much sooner these days than it did in my younger years. Often in complete desperation I will pull out my cellphone and have “fake very loud conversations with our non-existent children” in order to embarrass her and make her take me home.

I just don’t seem to have the stamina for it, I am not the “shop until you drop” type. 

My idea of shopping is a far cry from her’s, let’s face it.


October 24, 2010

Summer Ends


Not being a big fan of October, I put up the Hammock this week.  I sure hate that, along with all the blood & gore associated with television this time of the year.  October is the Devil’s Holiday, or at least it seems that way.  People cutting up people, biting each other’s necks, the constant din of chain saws invading my space.  Who needs that?

Where is Forrest Gump when you really need him?

It is hard to keep your equilibrium this time of year.  Last week I was in a Cracker Barrel restaurant, and they had Halloween stuff on one side of the store and Christmas stuff on the other.  October is a real mood swinger let me tell you.

If you cannot tell by now …. It has been a lousy week.

Some folks refer to it as one of those “maybe I should have stayed in bed” kind of weeks.  Middle of the week, I tried to download a ring-tone for my phone. Figured if I had George Strait or Reba singing to me in the tire-shop, it would make me impotent, er, important. Cost was $3.99 and when I got done, I was way over twelve dollars!  Guess I am just technically challenged or impaired.

One of my biggest fears in life, is the fact that I will someday die, and when I get to the pearly gates, an angel will ask …. “Screen name and password please.”

Uh …. huh?

Cooler in the morning now, summer is but a faded memory, git ready. Weather guessers are saying we are headed for a big weather change. I do notice that the days are getting shorter, takes the sun longer to come up in the morning, winter is setting in. No songbirds in the yard and all my winged friends have gone south, I feel neglected and alone.

Boo! Bet I Scared You ha-ha


A definite chill in the air and football on the tube. Soon to be sitting down to a sumptuous meal and video clips of Dallas losing again on ABC.  Raking a big pile of leaves in the backyard and watching the grandson delight with glee when he skillfully hides himself from his little sister.  Using the automatic car wash now instead of doing it in the wash bay yourself.

The rest of the time it is windy.

To add to the misery it is an election year, and we all know the name of that tune don’t we?   Leadership you can trust … integrity restored … a chicken in every pot … Ad nasauem.

(In other words … Grab Your Wallets)



Today here is my DVR reality. Ax-Men marathon, a couple of hours of sawing and multiple tree-felling, cussing so frequent that every other word seems to be bleeped and it ends up being a chain-saw fed mess of incomprehensible mayhem, truly male television at its best.  What a testosterone rush … Tune me in.  Which even on a bad day is still better than watching some ghoul get a stake driven into his heart.


Cartoon courtesy of American Progress

October 23, 2010

In Other Words

Filed under: Oklahoma,random,Uncategorized,writing — ldsrr91 @ 2:16 AM

Blogging … First time I ever posted on WordPress, this nutty professor logged in with “now that was depressing.”  My first comment was not all that positive in nature.

This was, believe it or not, a real honest to goodness, genuine professor of English.  As I failed to bookmark his page, I have no clue as to whether or not he is still on WordPress (nor do I care) but he certainly threw a wet towel on my dream.

Not to be deterred, I continued to put them up one or two a day, and after a short while, I had a readership.  Perseverance (and good material) will eventually win out in the end.

My goal was to have 50,000 people visit my site and maybe read my stuff.  It turned out to be not only a rewarding experience, but a learning adventure along the way.

Now some 15 months later, 1.3 million people have come to this site.  Not bad.  Considering I had never posted anything anywhere, before I came here.

Sadly, 80% of other bloggers I used to follow are now gone and no longer posting anything in this same space of time.  As each and everyone are unique in their own special way, this represents a huge loss for the blogging community as a whole.

It takes a special kind of person to maintain a blog, to sit down and write each day without fail.  To face an empty screen early in the morning, to dredge up something interesting for the blog, something that you can post that others will appreciate.

Why we do this without fail is anyone’s guess.  In my case it wasn’t for fortune or fame.  My fame is vapor and my riches have taken to wings, the day for my enrichment of a monetary sort has long past.

But I have taken something away from all of it, and here it is, I will freely share it with you.

You learn to write when you are bored, when you are sad, when you are inconsolable, when you really don’t have a lot to say.  You write when you don’t especially feel loved or funny, you write because you have to write, you want to write, you need to write.

And I suppose you learn something along the way …

You don’t have to be #1 or Freshly Pressed on a global scale to be happy.  That life, is what happens when you are not paying attention, and you can report it.  The take away is how you feel after you have shared it with someone. That is why we do it, and believe it or not, that is not depressing at all.

It’s often quite the opposite, kind of nice.


October 22, 2010

Open Grazing

My wife is absolutely amazing.  She can walk up to a refrigerator, which I might add, “I have found empty and very uninviting” and from this box, she will prepare something delicious and healthy for me to eat.

We have three refrigerators, one in the kitchen, one in the washroom and another in my shop.  Like most American’s we do not like to be very far from food or refreshments.  Mine are just basic refrigerators stocked only with “the necessities” and hers is brightly decorated with little magnets shaped to resemble fruit or whatever.  Clearly a woman’s touch.

Men from the beginning of time have been the food gathers, the hunters and providers for the brood.  I swear, I can stand and stare into this box for ten minutes straight and NEVER find something that remotely resembles anything either healthy or good to eat.

We have a term for it here at our house, it is called “grazing.”  You just open a door and look around, and look around, then you look around a little more.  Taking all this one step further, I just KNOW it is in there … I just cannot seem to find it.

She on the other hand says, “Get outta here and I will whip up something.”  I don’t know how it is that she does it.  It might be worth mentioning here that my wife is Chinese.  The Chinese are marvelous cooks, they can cook anything that walks, crawls, swims or flies above the earth.

And it is good to eat, everything except the tail that is.

It seems to me, that men just don’t have a clue, when it comes to food and the preparation of same.  Now I know that there are great chef’s who do this very thing for a living throughout the world.  But I am not one of them.  For instance, here is a shot of MY refrigerator, which  I might add does NOT include any of the basic twelve food groups (it might be eight basic food groups, I dunno).

This is more than likely the reason I received a letter from a local health club inviting me down to their establishment for a free complimentary visit.  In the welcome pamphlet, the wording said for me to be sure and bring some “loose fitting clothing.”

Now, IF I had some loose fitting clothing I would not be needing the services of a health club to begin with.  And these people would have never sent me this letter, if they had observed the inside of my other refrigerator (the one in the shop).

Have a great weekend …  Bon Appetite … Easy on the chips.


October 21, 2010

Higher Education

Filed under: humor,Oklahoma,random — ldsrr91 @ 6:02 AM
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It has been pointed out to me this week, that I have inadvertently been spelling hesitaiton wrong.  A classmate/member/lovely person has brought this to my attention recently.  I sincerely apologize for this apparent mistake.  I hereby apologize to her, the Oklahoma Board Of Public Education, and any other interested party for this apparent oversight.

It is not Hesitaion, it is “hesitation.”

I got it now.

Spelling has always been my Achilles’ heel, and fortunately for me, most modern computers, bulletin boards and email servers contain spelling checkers.  Which not ashamed to admit, I use on a daily basis.  I am proud of myself in one respect, I have not used the word “Y’all” one time while posting on this board.  In doing so, I would profoundly be exhibiting my apparent lack of Edumaycayshun, and I am not about to do that.

Any of you guys write your own admit slips in high school?

I used to write them all of the time, we would cut, and do our thing.  The next day I would have to face Mrs. Ormsby in the Admissions office.  And most of the time it went well, until one particular Wednesday.  That was the day of my undoing, my “rude awakening” as my father used to say.

I was standing there, she was reading my admit slip ……. “Please excuse my son, Don Smith, as he was ill on “Wedesday” (did you catch it?) and he was not able to attend school.” Then the note was signed with my father’s name.

Bad news, this dog aint gonna hunt, as they say back here in the Heartland.  I had inadvertently forgotten that Wednesday has an “N” in it.

Mrs. Ormsby gave me the weary eye of a one-eyed cat in a fish market and said, “How old is your father?” and I said, “Uh, I dunno, maybe thirty-five or so, he’s old.”  And she said, “He went to High School, did he?” and I said, “Uh, yeah, I think so.”  Then she smiled (like a big cat rushing in for the kill, aiming for the jugular this time) and she said to me, “Don’t you think he ought to be able to spell WEDNESDAY?”

Nuts … Another trip to Mr. Moody’s office.

30 cuts, 31 cut holds, and a letter to my father.  Believe me; every word of this personal communication from my High School was spelled right.  I watched him read each and every word and then he looked at me and said:  “Go stand in the street until I can get the truck started!”

He was not pleased.

So …… Thank God for spelling checkers  …. Bad Spellers of the World Untie!


Cartoon courtesy of American Progress.Org

October 20, 2010

Another Hard Pull

Filed under: Oklahoma,random,Uncategorized,writing — ldsrr91 @ 5:35 AM
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Kind of a hard pull into Amarillo Texas, wind was blowing fiercely, over in Santa Rosa, New Mexico it almost took us off the road, trucker wandered over to the shoulder, pinged the windshield, there will be $200 to cough up around December when the air turns chilly.

An all White Eagle and a Prevo sitting in the parking lot, the usual assortment of cookie cutter fiberglass crap motorhomes each and every one equipped the same, the Hawaiian Skirt Splash Guard on the back bumper and two-wheel dolly car carriers on the rear.  Each one with their bright orange, green or yellow ladder strapped to the back of the unit, another convoy of “Dust Bowl Okies” on the road to who knows where.

But for the best part, the place is empty, picking and choosing a spot is not a problem tonight.  Locating 42 feet of level ground, I quietly and efficiently stake my claim for the next eight to ten hours.  I quickly locate a place for our “trailer trash” and we set up to spend the night.  That done and put away, my attention returns to the two buses parked nearby.  The Prevo has the usual assortment of flashy paint and what I call “whoopee do’s” running up and down the sides of the coach, all around the entire length of the coach.  After careful scrutiny of my untrained eye, I come to a conclusion.

Looks like a Country Coach, maybe a Marathon, age and vintage unknown.  It really doesn’t matter, both companies now defunct and shut down, casualties of the current economy.  The government giveaway of the century just hastened the death of the American Dream it seems.Now the Eagle, the big bird next to her, she looks great.

Dream Catcher

Kind of majestic in the dim lite of the China–World parking lot.  I saunter over and take a peek at both, the mural on the back of the Eagle is a “Dream Catcher” (American Indian Artifact) looks well done, and the bus lines are all straight and true.  Someone has put a lot of hours into this sweetheart and the TLC is quite apparent.

Feeling the rigors and stress of the day taking their respective tolls, I now determine it is time to shut it down for the night and retire.  Firing up the old generator, checking the connections, I go inside and Mama has the bed all made up and I am ready.  I briefly listen to the almost hypnotically soothing rhythms of the generator, it surges when the power is required and then throttles back.  Soon I find myself lulled into the quietness of the night, I drift off.

The very next morning, I awake and the eastern sky is alive with color, the beginnings of a new day.  I dress, heat up a cup of brew on the three burner stove, and grab a jacket for a trip outside.  I then see the owner of the Prevo, he is an old man, I am guessing maybe 70-74 years old.

We visit a little and we talk, about buses and things, all this spending in Washington and the trouble it always brings.  At some point I offer up, “I have wanted one of these suckers since 1976, I will bet you I have looked at 200-300 in my lifetime.  I am going to get me one, one of these days.”

I thought to myself,  “one of these days, one of these days, one of these days.”

How many times late at night, had I sat there pouring over the materials, the ad’s, the internet, conning my mind into buying into it “one more time?”  Paying for a home, putting two boys thru college, and tucking a little back for “The Bus Fund” has proven to be a formidable goal over the years.

So much for the American Dream eh?

My newfound friend says there is a lot to be said in that.  He smiled the smile of a guy who had possibly been there, walked a mile in someone’s else’s shoes, and he asked, “How old are you son?” Without hesitation I quickly added, “Sixty years old on my last birthday.” He paused a little and then he said, “I am Seventy-four and this is my FIRST ONE hang in there, you will see your dream realized.”

We shook hands, he turned and walked back to the coach, Grand Canyon, north rim, was his destination for the day. By my reckoning about 650-700 miles for the day, that is a hard pull in itself.  My bones creak in the cool chill of the morning, and I am glad that it is the middle of the week, and I am standing in the short rows in Amarillo, Texas.

We have 252 miles to put down, then we unload it all, stick it back in the storage yard until the next adventure or journey of unknown days.  I walk over to the generator and shut it down, open the door and inquire, “You have your funny face on? (makeup) We need to get crackin.”

Life is short … Enjoy the Ride.


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