A “certain member” here on Locals sent me a Yankees hot dog for Martha. Did that same person send Greg one? You know who you are, you can let us know if you want to.
Gus’s is in good shape. I recently had to take away Martha’s when she was eating the stuffing (see picture). It was her favorite while it lasted!
I promised I would show the two videos from the other night, (the rough-draft and the final draft) so here they are with a bit of explanation about how it all comes together.
I'm heading back out (on my own) tomorrow for the weekend. Reno and Vegas. Coming back on Mon. memorial day.
Here's some random photos and video traveling with Greg to Kentucky and Jacksonville.
Thank you for reminding me. I wanted to talk about our post-show hangout in Memphis and here it is:
“The Chief”
This is a work of fiction, based on actual events.
The old gentleman opened the door to his cabin, he was feeling every bit of his 80 years. He’d spent most of that time riding the range.
He took a seat in an old chair on his porch, his daughter was coming by with her grandkids directly.
He saw her about once a week, when she came by to check on him.
She usually spent the first 10-15 minutes, haranguing him about moving to her place, she had electric and water put in in ‘36, he “was too old be going out to an outhouse in the dark”.
“I take a lantern.”
“That’s another thing, those kerosene lamps are dangerous, especially in this old tinderbox!”
Yes sir, she’s her mamas daughter…
Maybe she’ll be a little nicer this time he thought, because her grandkids will be with her.
He looked off to the east, he knew he would see the dust cloud and hear that infernal contraption of Mr. Ford. 20 ‘Horsepower’ it had.
Only a horse can provide horsepower! He’d owned enough horses in his day to know. Why wasn’t it ‘Mulepower’? Dang contraption reminded him ...
