Sunday, December 20, 2009








• Obama hails 60th Senate vote for health care (AP)
AP - Jubilant Democrats locked in Nebraska Sen. Ben Nelson as the 60th and decisive vote for historic health care legislation Saturday, putting President Barack Obama's signature issue firmly on a path for Christmas Eve passage.


Enough is enough! This socialist evil must stop and it must stop NOW! This health care scam was reportedly DOA when it came to the Senate! Now…it’s going to be passed whether the people of this nation want it or not!! This is more than stupidity...it's supernaturally wrong. It is evil and it bodes of the utter defeat of freedom in our nation

NO MORE SOCIALISM! It’s time to rebel against this resident evil KGB-inspired liberalism in our country, this evil Congress and this evil faux charlatan huckster who is posing as the president of the US. It is time to pull out all stops to force the several states to rebel against the federal government and its insanity that is destroying our nation and enslaving our people!

Just as Jefferson Davis plead with the Feds to stop their anti-Constitutional march to slavery, we the people must rise up and fight to our last breath to defend our Constitution, our Christian heritage, and our culture that is being Mexi-formed before our eyes at the insistence of our government!

We have FAX’d them, we have phoned them, we have pled with them in every way. Yet they have scorned us to the last man. Herr Obama has vilified us to the world and has rendered our nation as a mockery by our enemies. NO MORE!

It’s time that every God-fearing man and woman in the nation contact their state leaders and their sheriffs departments to force them to defend us …or else THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY. We do NOT have to endure this insanity and such anti-Americanism and such secularism that makes it appear that Christians are perpetrators of all of the world’s evil and who need to be locked up for the sake of society. It’s time to flood the phone lines of every single state Senator and Congressman and each governor and do so without resile. There ARE decent people willing to lead this nation in the path which our founding fathers gave us. We must find and ask for their help in returning our country back to us.

If necessary we MUST secede from the Union. We have a MORAL AND LEGAL right to do so. We must NOT accept the Marxist socialism being forced …FORCED … upon us!

Last but not least, we MUST pray! You believers who think that we should just “trust God and let Him work it all out”…are deceived. God gave us a brain and a nation in which we have the right to vote. However, 75% of Christians DO NOT VOTE!!! According to CNN, of those who did vote, 25% voted for the Devil’s man of the hour! Some of the political races have been won and lost by a hair’s breadth! NONE of that would have happened and the Marxist Socialist Candidates (including Herr Obama) would have been SOUNDLY DEFEATED if believers had simply voted!

SHAME be upon all believers who do not fight for their freedom. May the words of Samuel Adams burn in your ears to the grave:

"If you love wealth more than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, depart from us in peace. We ask not your counsel nor your arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you. May your chains rest lightly upon you and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen.”—Samuel Adams

Wednesday, December 09, 2009









Trip to Texas November 2009

Like most travelers who are eager to put some pavement behind them, we were in high expectation of an early departure from home base. In a word, that didn’t happen. We had hoped to leave on Sunday afternoon. No way, Hose A. Then, we re-scheduled for Tuesday. No way Hose B. Ah, yes, says we. We can surely make it on Tuesday. “Not today” was the outcome. After having our brand spanking new set of Michelins checked and after dealing with a computer client (an extra tank of gas, don’tcha know), we did depart on Wednesday but it was 4:00 in the afternoon. I kick the tires and light the fires, a quick wet finger in the air to check the weather (the index finger, silly), and “We’re outta here”. In almost no time our headlights were boring holes into the dark Mojave desert night. We were quite tired after three days of preparation but managed to find some measure of strength to push on. We finally made it to Needles, CA and called it a day.

The next morning we were as fresh as a quart of half-and-half left out in the Sahara for a week. Our daisies were in full tilt wilt indicating that many of our muscles were in rebellion to our very good cause. A hot cup of motel sorta-coffee helped to quiet the huskies for me. Connie suffered until we trudged to Fry-Donalds where she managed to find relief in some OJ and a biscuit. I haven’t figured that one out yet. I’m starting to suspect that she’s probably normal or something.

The original flight plan included exiting Californy via I-10. Several of my brain cells collided at the thought of having to fight the LA freeway system at the rush hour so the route was amended to include I-40 part of the way. That’s how we ended up in Needles.

At Kingman, AZ we diverted NW about 30 minutes to the little sandy burg of Dolan Springs, NV where longtime dear friend and fellow minister, Red Polston and his wife Patty, were helping his parents during a time of trial (please place the family on your prayer list if you would). We hadn’t seen Red and Patty in the two years since our previous trip back east. I hadn’t seen Red’s folks since they moved from Fresno in the late 1980’s! We had an excellent reunion with much gabbing, of course. All too soon we had to hug necks and leave town. Please stop in on Red’s website. He’s the leader of the “Halo Jordan” band and they are changing people’s lives wherever they go. You must see these guys. They just swept the “Absolute Best of Tulsa” awards for 2009!! Check’em out at: HTTP://WWW.HALOJORDAN.COM

I’ve been on I-40 more times than Ricky Skaggs so at Ashfork, AZ, we headed south to Prescott just for the change of scenery. There was a hope to stop and chat with Tom and Jan Luke in Dewey but work and other time considerations precluded the visit. The Lord willing and the Arabs don’t attack, we can make it another time (and soon at that). You will be pleased to visit their excellent ministry work at: HTTP://VOLANTEACADEMY.ORG.

From Prescott, we took the overly well-beaten path to Phoenix where we tied in with the great and mighty I-10. That meant that we were gleefully looking forward to two more days of unchanging scenery. Uh…did I say “gleefully”? Perhaps that’s not exactly the correct adverb to use.

After experiencing miles and miles upon miles and miles, we landed at Lordsburg, NM about as fresh as a paper plate from the last church potluck. Thankfully, all our luggage was stacked for ease of use so it didn’t take long to unload our cleverly disguised dump truck.

The next morning brought a bright sun and clear dry road conditions. After a biscuit and sausage meal we were BOI (back on the Interstate) and rolling comfortably along.

Once in Texas and not far east of El Paso (didn’t I just see Pancho Villa?!), the speed limit jumps to 80mph. That velocity is a bit uncomfortable for me since you’re traveling at 117 feet per second. If someone screws up and things go down hard, you’re moving from one football field end zone to the other in 3 seconds flat just while deciding what to do. After that you still have to stop the vehicle and that’s another 8-10 seconds. If you manage to keep the greasy side down, then you may have a chance to get invited to the next trip to the Chinese buffet after church. Otherwise, they will never finish picking up the pieces. The wide yellow stripe down the middle of my back usually precludes my traveling this fast this low to the ground. I much prefer to be strapped into something that has wings permanently mounted to it so I can avoid vehicles traveling faster than some of the airplanes I’ve flown.

However, reason advises that, if you don’t take advantage of the speed limit, you won’t be anywhere in Texas by Christmas. So, Ol’ Slow Poke Slim just set the cruise control and let the big Ford 4.2 L V-6 hum along at 80mph and 2,600 RPM. The big van wasn’t even breathing hard.

It is quite interesting to note that, when you reach El Paso, it is the same distance to Phoenix, AZ as it is to Abilene. El Paso is also (roughly) equidistant to the California border and San Antonio. That’s a lot of Texas terrain to tear through! Thankfully, there’s no lack of sand, mesquite, and rocks to keep you company.

There was no way we could reasonably reach Kingsbury, TX in one day from Lordsburg. I’m not one to arrive at 2 AM and look into the bloodshot eyes of a friend or relative. And, though I like to drive, certain of my lower body parts had long since declined temptations to be a real stud and drive “straight through”. This old driver could brag of a few times he has done that. However, such feats of full frontal stupidity (when there is no exigency) take a rather hefty toll on one’s body so it isn’t likely it will happen again any time soon. It wasn’t going to happen that evening. So, we called it a day at Kerrville, TX.

The next morning I grabbed some of the John Deere tractor crankcase sludge that the Motel 6 called “coffee” and splashed it into my eyes since it wasn’t even close to being potable.
It wasn’t long after loading the van that it was parked down the street in front of Mickey D’s where an order for the “senior’s coffee” was made. On one hand, I saved 50 cents. On the other hand, I had to admit that I went to grade school with Moses. What mixed feelings for a Scotsman. Sheese!

After a phone call to Connie’s brother, Roger, in Kingsbury, we took the recommended “scenic route” which bypassed San Antonio and saved a few miles and minutes. Since it was our day off, we decided to take his advice and see more of Texas. We certainly were not at all disappointed. Poised amidst the now-familiar tumble weeds and mesquite were many small burgs, farms, and barns that made for good shootin’ with the trusty digital cameras (we took five with us including the built in cell phone cameras).

At last we pulled onto Pershing Lane and onto the Old Kingsbury Aerodrome. We were tired but not needing a senior’s electric scooter yet. It was neck hugging time in Texas.

It was most refreshing to see Roger Freeman again. Roger is a professional pilot and world class WWI aircraft builder and restorer. He is also the head armadillo for the “Pioneer Flight Museum” based at the aerodrome. PFM is part of the “Vintage Aviation Historical Foundation”. If you are up to a trip in the time machine, come to the Old Kingsbury Aerodrome and get an eye full of history. By all means, go to the PFM website and see this awesome collection of ancient aircraft: HTTP://WWW.PIONEERFLIGHTMUSEUM.ORG

Included in the inventory are an original Curtiss Canuck (the Canadian version of the JN series) that has been in a number of movies including “The Blue Max” and “Ace Eli and Roger of the Skies” with Cliff Robertson. I was privileged to be a “wing walker” on this exact aircraft back years ago when movie director James Cameron rented the Jenny from Ernie Freeman (Roger and Connie’s father) so his father would have the opportunity to fulfill a lifelong dream of flying one of these remarkable aircraft. I can still hear the rumble of the OX-5 to this day.

The list goes on. There are two Fokker D-7’s, a Fokker DR-1 Tri-plane, a Meyers OTW, a Piper J-3 Cub, another Fokker DR-1 Tri-plane being built, a Rearwin Sportster, a 1939 Luscombe 8 (converted to an 8A), a Great Lakes biplane, and many other cool aircraft and tons of parts and pieces. You have to see it to believe it!

There must be a law in Texas that dictates that you will eat a lot of BBQ while there. Roger, being in strict obedience to Texas law, made arrangements for us to be a part of the weekly pig-out that evening. These guys do know how to pull off a BBQ bash. It’s difficult to describe how excellent the BBQ’d kielbasa sausages and chicken were. I ate until I looked exactly like an overweight middle-aged white guy. We had a great meal and then a super time of gabbing about just about everyting (though it did lean a lot toward politics).

For the next couple of days we got to visit with Roger and some of his many friends some of who are volunteers there at the aerodrome. One such gentleman was Joe Matlock. Joe was a Marine F-18 Pilot who survived being shot down during the first Gulf War. Does he have some stories to tell!! At some point I may elaborate on his “Lifeboat” project that accounts for the coming darkness upon our land if the Christians refuse to pray and refuse to vote (or refuse to vote correctly).

Joe and his wife, Deanna, invited us to visit their home church for the Sunday worship. Seeing it was the Thanksgiving pot luck and, knowing that Texans are notoriously excellent cooks, we quickly accepted their offer.

We actually got much more than we bargained for when we showed up. These folks blew us away with their hospitality and love for the brethren. It has been awhile since I have seen such a familial Christian environment. After a blessed service that included testimonials and songs, the potluck began. They made sure that the visitors were at the head of the line! We felt most honored to have been there. Of course, we were not disappointed with the quality of food and all of the trimmings. It was a truly blessed time at the Prarie Lea, Texas, United Methodist Church. When we departed, we felt like first cousins to all of them. How neat!

Something quite special happened for Ol’ Ran while at the aerodrome. To be able to put the matter in perspective, I must first relate an experience from the past. As a teenager, I was an A&P apprentice mechanic at my hometown airport. Amongst the tasks that I was called upon to perform was “rib stitching”. That’s the dynamic of using a 12” long needle threaded with bee’s waxed cord to stitch the fabric of an airplane’s wing to the ribs that form the airfoil of wing. I had helped rebuild a 1940 WACO UPF-7, stitched the tail feathers of a Grumman TBM (borate bomber), and was involved with other fabric covered projects. In fact, I had even learned to baseball stitch. Alas, that was many cycles of El Nino ago. Over the years, the rooky mechanic was left behind along with his knowledge of such wonderful capabilities.

Now the good part….Roger, my pal, just happened to have a set of covered control surfaces for a WW-I Fokker DR-1 Tri-plane lying around (OK….actually, he’s building a DR-1 replica for a client from New England where they love saying the word FOKKER). Roger patiently and with all longsuffering, re-taught me how to rib stitch! For a short while, I was 16 years old again and lashing fabric to the wing of an old airplane in a hanger that was reeking with butyrate dope. Man! I don’t know if I was high on the experience or just high on the dope or maybe both! It took about 15 minutes or so to get the hang of it. Most likely, on the next trip back there, it will only take a few minutes for a refresher course to be able to be a real rib stitcher again. I’m almost ready to buy a new needle!

Later in the day Roger showed us one of his latest acquisitions. It was a 650cc Kawasaki motocross motorcycle……straight from the USMC in Afghanistan! He asked me if I wanted to ride it. Well….I suppose I could use it to check the condition of the runway if he didn’t mind (heheh). The big Kawasaki is water cooled and quite cold-blooded. We had to wait awhile while it warmed its torque-laden engine. Once ready, I mounted the dragon. I’m 6’2” tall but still had to tippy-toe the big bruiser around. It wasn’t about to let me be the boss. I eased out toward the runway but instantly noticed that this was going to be a very treacherous trip. It had rained a couple of days prior and much of the water forgot to seep back into the water table. Bystanders (that would be Connie and Roger) report seeing muddy rooster tails flying up from the big bike as I shifted gears. That was really interesting since I was just barely on the throttle because any hint of power would force the rear tire to make a 90 degree change of attitude. I don’t much care for large tire deflections while on muddy ground. After the slow and short runway check, it was back to reveling in the aircraft-stuffed environment.

A special treat was when George Ellis dropped in for a visit. George was an RAF Lightening pilot who later was the chief test pilot for the famous Shuttleworth aircraft collection in England. George recently retired from the position. He has flown almost all of the aircraft including the pre-World War 1 planes, World War 1 fighter planes, and the “heavy metal” from World War 2. We were all dripping with questions and were listening intently to every word the man had to say! The guy is a walking treasury of knowledge and experience!

Someone must have used high voltage batteries to force the clock to move ahead because the days flew by so quickly! We loaded the van and hugged Roger’s neck and advised him that we would return for another dose of Texas when we could. Rog greatly appreciated a few days of enjoying his seester’s (sic) cooking and company. It was tough to have to depart but we had to be in Abilene for Turkey Day on the morrow. We couldn’t begin to thank Roger for his hospitality and for sharing his friends and aerodrome with us.

We actually had to backtrack on I-10 a couple of hours to get to the cutoff that led to Abilene. This route had been taken once before two years ago but we were traveling from north to south. This would be the first time to be northbound.

The small towns hadn’t changed. They were as picturesque as before. We took no few pictures as we closed in on Abilene. One small burg was even experiencing snow flurries as we passed through. The entire drive was most enjoyable.

At last we arrived at my son, Jeff’s, home. Jeff and Sandra have a Windstar that is almost identical to our Freestar. It looked like we had a corner on the Ford van market when you glanced at their driveway. It was a mighty fine time of warm welcoming. We all (the first party of “you all”) visited and talked for quite awhile when Jeff had this wonderful idea involving food! I seconded the notion and he went after it. I mean, he grabbed an apron and whommped up a meal to put a grin on the most demanding gourmand. I was able to snag one of his recipes too!

Later, we broke open the laptops for the guys. Sandra has a nice laptop but the boys were sadly behind the modern times and having to communicate with smoke signals and cans with strings so that had to be remedied. Jeff had sent me his trusty Panasonic Toughbook to build up for my grandson, Randall. Talk about a sweet machine! This little lappy came with Windows 95 and Jeff upgraded to Windows 98! I bumped the RAM up to the maximum of 192MB, stuffed a 100GB hard drive in it, and then loaded Windows XP on it. She’s a stout little workhorse now and can keep up with the big dogs! She’s wireless too! Ziggity!


Randall was pleased with his new toy and went straight to work playing with it. Jeff’s laptop was a nice HP Pavilion that was running XP and also had wireless capability. Ol’ Gramps set up the wireless router and soon the entire family was without tethers. They were free at last. There was much gabbing going on until the end of the evening.

Turkey Day has arrived! I slowly dragged my carcass to Jeff’s genuine and large Hamilton Beach Brew Station and loaded my cup with Cain’s coffee. We brewed a batch the previous evening knowing that at least one of us would need an immediate “fix”. That would be me.

I first hooked up with Cain’s coffee when I lived in Tulsa in the early ‘80’s. I’ve tried to snatch a bag or two when in that region. I reveled in the day’s first cup.

After prying the old eyelids open at a rather late hour (up late the night before), we set about getting ready to …eat. Well….more like getting ready to celebrate Thanksgiving Day. This was the first time I had been with my son for Turkey Day in more than 20 years. It was a special event to say the least.

We all loaded up and headed for Sandra’s sister’s home. In no time we were up to our armpits in relatives. They made us more than welcomed and made sure that we had clear view of the football game, too (bless their darlin’ hearts).

I hadn’t watched a football game in probably twenty years and even then it was because I had no options. Nevertheless, it was nice to watch the game and the…uh….cheerleaders (Dallas, of course). The Texans went wild when Dallas kicked the Raiders to the curb. I shouldn’t wonder.

Food…ah, yes…the food. We had turkey and ham and all of the trimmings. There was enough food to feed an army that is...unless… I was there. And, boy, was I there! Even though they let me get in front of some of the heavy hitters, I left some scraps for them so they could say they had been there too. Ain’t I just so sweet?

After the sumptuous meal, there was little left to do but spend some time in serious digestion. After the game we hauled out for home and just rested the rest of the day. Randall was given a cool loom knitting project by Connie. He could hardly wait to get started. Ol’ Ran was in the other room overhauling the resident computer. It seems that it had an issue or two that just needed that “Fonzi” touch. Before leaving, it would be running quite smoothly. We all just chilled and chatted until our systems shut down.

The next day after breakfast, Connie, Randall, and Grandpa the Computer Dude set out for downtown Abilene to see the Grace Museum. We had tried to go there two years ago but one of the local Texans was obviously suffering from dementia and had closed the place down for the day. This time it was up and running when we got there.

This old guy has been around and it takes a lot to impress him. But, I must say that the Grace Museum is impressive and was a real treat. We took in the sights which included local artist’s paintings and pictures. Then we saw dioramas of the previous century from the “teens” through the ‘50’s. It was like a walk through a time machine. Good stuff. Also on the second floor, Randall reveled in the young folk’s science rooms. We blew him away with their air cannon (I know. I know). He was greatly un-injured and laughed accordingly. He then commenced to stage a skit with a commandeered 8 year old who had wandered too close. They donned their western garb and the play started. The un-credited kid played the part of sheriff while Randall, for reasons only God can figure out, played the heavy. Soon after it began the poor conscript forgot his lines. Randall was quick to whisper and mouth the part for him so that he could successfully execute his part.

There was a bit of gun play, of course. You could almost see their index fingers smoking as their arms flailed about in mock gun battle. Immediately after there was the obligatory falling down on the stage while writhing in blood and gasping their last breath. They had killed each other. There was no winner. It was a real hoot.

Randall was a real scene chewer. I have little doubt that his “ham” genes were given to him honestly and deliberately by his grandfather who also spent a little time on the stage in his early days. I’m expecting him to find his way to some how “trod the boards” in his future. He’s a natural.

The coolest part for Grandpa was the wall-mounted touch synthesizer. They have a large contraption on the wall where you put your hand on the artistically arranged wooden pieces. The pieces act like piano or keyboard keys and actuate the synthesizer. You actually play the thing! It gives you all kinds of options including percussion. You can “git down” with it…and we did! Thankfully, there was no one else waiting in line to play so we were able to spend some time making merry music. Randall does have an ear for this stuff!

Randall was ours to keep for a few hours so we did the town and had a good time checking out Abilene’s version of yard sales, grabbing some Cain’s Coffee and Luziane tea (neither of which are available in CA) from a local supermarket, and downing cold drinks. Ahhhh…yes. Life is good.

Later that evening Sandra, Randall, Connie, and I headed down to the “Texas Roadhouse” steak house. Oh, man! Do I like this place! Two years between their steaks is far too long for an omnivore like me. My saliva glands were working in overdrive. Jeff was able to take a break to be with us for awhile. After food (rib eye for Ran and Connie) and fellowship (in Texas and most churches the terms are synonymous) we headed back to the barn.

That would be Jeff and Sandra’s home on Woodhollow Circle. It had been a long but quite nice day. Jeff came home later so we visited until the Westerner’s “Pacific Standard Time” body clocks declared an emergency eyelid shutdown. It was then “lights out”.

Then next morning we stuffed everything into the Ford “Hauls-a-lot” and prepared to depart for McKinney and Celeste, TX. We are grateful and thankful to the highest degree for Jeff and Sandra’s hospitality. It couldn’t have been a better time. The Lord willing, we will return next year at about this same time. Hugs and…we’re gone.

It’s not all that far to Fort Worth and Dallas from Abilene (at least not in Texas terms). On the Interstate (20) we passed through the small burg of Thurber where a number of my paternal relatives had lived and died. There was a temptation to see the old cemetery that I visited in ’03 but we really didn’t have the time. Even on a good day we were going to have to make this day a whirlwind tour.

Interstate 30 breaks off from 20 so we took that route to Dallas. In fact, we passed through downtown Dallas and went under the “Dallas High Five” overpass and exchange. There used to be a couple of webcams that monitored the place 24/7 but they are no longer sponsored. After a bit we were in McKinney where we looked up dear friend Beverly Forte (she knew we were coming). It had been about 4 years or so since the last time we had fellowship.

Bev is an awesome Christian lady and special friend. She is also a real “trooper”. What I mean is that she is doing great after going a couple of tough rounds with the hospital. She has no few folks upholding her in prayer. She has a beautiful praise report to be sure! She is also a “Beanie Baby” collector and shared some of her collection with Connie. Connie is more than familiar with them and digs these little guys. She immediate began coming up with some “Beanie Baby” ideas.

I’m not sure we were even able to visit a full two hours then it was time to head for cousin Joyce Phillips place about 30 min. or so to the east . Once again it was hugs then BOI. Hopefully, we can catch Bev on the next trip east.

It didn’t take long to reach Joyce and Richard’s home in the quite small town of Celeste. You can dang near toss a pumpkin pie from one end of the town to the other. But, it also makes folks easier to find that way too. We drove up and were warmly greeted by Joyce, Richard, and Donna, Joyce’s sister. Joyce and Donna had been to their sister, Janie’s, home in Bullhead City, NV less than a year ago. That’s where I got to meet them all at the same time. We had a grand time in Oldham, AZ then fellowshipped back at Janie’s house after knocking over a local restaurant. Then we got to meet Joyce and Richard's son and their grandaughter. More cousins!

True to Texas custom, they made sure that we had Mexican food to dine on as we talked and gabbed about various and sundry things. Though they invited us to spend the night, we simply had to dash. It was so neat to get to visit with my “new” kinfolks again. We will take longer next time, I can assure you! After receiving directions on how to get to Wichita Falls, we departed into the brisk Texas evening. We were about to see a lot more of west Texas.

Thankfully, Wichita Falls is only a few hours from Celeste. We camped there for the night and headed west after a brief stop for vittles. Armadillo, TX (sic) was the next big city to get in our way. That was fine for a pit stop then it was BOI. This time we were on I-40.

From Amarillo the terrain is unremarkable until you get to Flagstaff. Flagstaff is parked high on a hill and gets snow early in the season (they just picked up 20” in the previous 24 hours as this is being written). This time was no different. There was a light accumulation of white stuff when we got there but the roads were by and large clear and dry. A few miles past Flagstaff is the quite lovely town of Williams. This is where we decided to stop after 14 hours of driving. UGH! Make that two UGH’s. If we had driven any longer, I would have had to deal with permanent flat spots on certain parts of my body.

Williams is where you can catch the steam engine to the rim of the Grand Canyon. There is a super gorgeous lodge at the end of the line. The lodge is near the “Bright Angel Trail” that leads to the bottom of the canyon. It would be nice to ride the old steamer some day.

The next morning broke bright and clear. It was quite a brisk day what with the traces of snow hear and there but the warmness of this pretty town mitigated the winter chill. A splash of coffee and a biscuit from the ubiquitous McDonald's and we are good to go. The hope was to make it to Kingman, AZ the previous night. Kingman is a reasonable stop for the night when traveling eastbound so it figures that it would be the same when westbound. That didn’t happen so I was thinking that we would get back home quite late. As it turned out, we made it to Hooterville at about 7 PM making it a ten hour driving day. After a quick stop for a few supplies, we dragged it on in at about 8 PM and…crashed.

We were “trip spun” for a few days and were wondering around sort of like a lost 2 year old. We couldn’t even handle a one duck parade. Add to that the fact that we were 6 clients deep from the git go. No complaints.

All clients were taken care of during the week and a few more were added. All is well.

That’s the news from Rancho Relaxo. Stay tuned for more adventures.