Bob's Blah Blog:
Ok, here we go again. I will try to recall all I wrote about in the mystery log that vanished. Let me warn you ahead of time, it will not be as good as what I lost. Someone (and I mean Corinne)says I should write my blog in Word and then cut anc copy to the blog. Its my own fault if it gets lost. Thanks for the kind words.
Everyone, well not everyone, most people, no, that's not true either, some friends, no, one or two, nah, somebody, nope, ok, Moe keeps asking when we are gonna be home. At this time and place I can definately tell her and anyone else who might be interested, we will be home no later than Friday, this week...or not. Absolutely, positively...maybe.
Bob-servations:
A street in Arcadia, OK is named Odor Street. Wish I lived on a street named Odor. as rockers Lynard Skynard sang: "Oooo, that smell, can't you smell that smell?" Located on Odor street is the post office...'nuff said.
Read a marriage document at the historical center. A man by the name of Ben Man To You was being married to a woman named Young Now. After the marriage, she would then be called Mrs. Young Man To You. If she didn't get married and was a old spinster, would she have to change her name to Not Young Now or Old Now? The man's color was listed as brown. The woman's was red. Their chillin's would most likely be reddish-brown, I presume, and be either male or female. Most liekly, they would be born naked as jay birds, which, of course, are an entirely different color and need not be mentioned here.
Does anyone remember Grandys restaurant on Grand Ave. in or near Suprise, AZ? They had country-style cooking and sold great cinnamon rolls. Well, we found one in OK City, OK and just had to stop in. Corinne told me to buy 4 cinnamon rolls, so I went inside and ordered 4 for $5.59 or some price like that. The clerk rang me up and then set off to package me up 4 cinnamon rolls. Standing at the counter with nothing else to do, I decided to read the menu board. It said I could get 6 cinnamon rolls for the same price, so I asked the clerk if 6 rolls cost the same as 4 rolls. She said no, 6 rolls cost $6.05 with tax added, or some price similar to that. I told her, I would rather have the 6 rolls for the same price as 4. She said ok and rang up the order for 6 rolls. Now, why didn't she tell me when I ordered 4 rolls that I could get 2 more for the same price? Isn't that their job...to save me from myself?
Credit Unions: Today I saw a credit union named "People's Credit Union." It was in Amarillo. I also saw one named "Everyone's Credit Union." I figure the second one is for anyone who does not fit neatly into the parameters of the first one.
Enough of this stuff, lets move on...
In Arcadia, or at least nearby, is a place called "Pop's" which sells about 400 different kinds of...well, pop. It is right on Historic Route 66 as it passes thru Oklahoma. It has a modernistic metal design to the building and canopy over the gas pumps, and a tall swirl of a pop bottle complete with straw out the top adorning the front right of way along the highway. Pops is not cheap here, so don't leave home without your American Express. $1.99 per bottle, but it comes with a complementary cardboard 6 pack carrying case worth a good .10 on the open market, .15 on the gray market and .25 in the old USSR. They are pretty proud of they stuff, but people were lining up to buy. They also have a restaurant inside. Corinne said the food looked fabulous. I didn't look 'cus I has "willpow'r".
We had lunch at Toby Keith's I (heart shape) This Bar and Grill in OK City, OK. Food was good and a bit on the high side dollar-wise. Corinne thought the prices were ok, but I'm a dollar for a hag-a-mere kind of guy. I had a prime rib sammich which came with Freedom Fries, not to be confused with those "yellow-bellied we don't believe terrorists are bad people other fries"..ok, I'll say it...french fries. Corinne had the country fried steak sammich with cream corn on the side. It was a mouthfull but fortunately she had me there to finish it up for her. We sat upstairs where we could overlook the floor below and watch the happenings. It is located in Bricktown where almost all the old buildings are made of wood, no silly, bricks. They have a canal that meanders around the buildings and have human powered gondola type boats to ferry folks from far and farther.
Yesterday, we were in Amarillo, TX and decided to do laundry. We had the Queen tell us where to go. We ended up at a "laundry mat" where there were folks of every kind. White, Hispanic, Asian, male, female, young, old, childrens and others we were not sure of. One in particular was this big, big man, well overweight who wore a leather jacket and a knit cap as if it was cold inside and out. It wasn't either. He kept busy on his cell phone and he had shirts that indicated he worked for the Texas Dept. of something or other. He must have been a supervisor as he seemed perturbed by the phone calls he got. I think he was wearing the jacket because he was packing heat, roscoe, blue steel baby, old persuader, Mr. Equalizer or whatever you want to call it. I prefer to just call it a gun. When he left the laundry mat with his clean clothes, I opened the door for him. Didn't want to get on his bad side, whichever side that was.
A sign in the laundry mat read the following warning: Parents control Your Children. No Running, Screaming or Playing with the Buggies. I agree, parents should be doing laundry, not runnung, screming and playing with buggies. they should pay more attention to their kids and not be so occupado (Note to Sandy O. Occupado is Spanish for occupied) having fun doing those prohibitted acts, their kids would be much better behaved. So parents, knock it off!
Tonight, we are staying in a Corp of Engineers campground south of Santa Fe, NM. it is called Chochita Lake, not to be confused with the Town of Chochita Lake which is down the road. We plan to be here two nights so we can go to Santa Fe to sightsee. I think there are only about 6 campers in the park. Got it made!!
We crossed paths with neighbors Les and Sonia as they traveled east to family in TX. It was nice to see someone from back home and we had a nice hour long or so visit outside of Albuquerque. Weirdly, when we spoke this morning on our cell phones, they were at milepost 325 on I-40 in Arizona,and we were at milepost 325 on I-40 in New Mexico. Is that wild or not? I vote yes.
Ok, Corinne is fixin me some din-din, so I better get into the coach and help her. I
married a domestic goddess. I am outside blogging on a pic-a-nic table and it is starting to get dark and cooler.
I have a great view of the mountains, crystal skies and can here a dog barking. That's how crisp and clear the air is here in New Mexico.
As Bullwinkle said to Rocket J. squirrel,, "This time for sure."
Bobo
Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Monday, October 29, 07
Bob's Blah Blog:
Well, I had a really great blog going. Probably the best one I have written to date. I started it on Saturday and was finishing it last night when it just disappeared. It was really, really good, too. I tried everything, including standing on my head to retreive it, but alas, no avail.
It is Monday. We are in Amarillo, going to Santa Fe, NM.
Sorry...
Bobo
Well, I had a really great blog going. Probably the best one I have written to date. I started it on Saturday and was finishing it last night when it just disappeared. It was really, really good, too. I tried everything, including standing on my head to retreive it, but alas, no avail.
It is Monday. We are in Amarillo, going to Santa Fe, NM.
Sorry...
Bobo
Friday, October 26, 2007
Friday, October 26, 007
Bob's Blah Blog:
Dorothy: "Bobo, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
Wicked Witch: "That's right my little dearie."
Yes, we are not in Kansas. We have moved onto: "Oklahoma where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain." How could two states be so musically inclined? Beats me (eight to the measure, that is.)
Ok, lots has happened since we last visited, and "lots of nothing" has happened, too...as my friend Bill Y. says. So lets get started.
Bob-servations:
I think I wrote about this in Dover or York, PA, but here it is again in Kansas. First you have the People's State Bank, then comes the Community State Bank, and as the accounts get larger, along comes the City State Bank. What next? County State Bank, State State Bank and National State Bank or is it State National Bank. Where would it all end? Universe State Bank?
Restaurants I have known: "Just Us Restaurant" and, just down the road is "My Place Restuarant."
Funeral Home slogans: Potts Funeral Home...Not only do we "Plant" your loved ones, we can also "Potts" them. Or, "You shots 'em, we Potts them." I know, its lame.
Ok, enough of that jibberish.
I forgot to mention the hand dryer in the restrooms at Poopy's Tattoos, Pub and Grub (or whatever it was called.) First, I must compliment Poopy's on the cleanliness of their restrooms. After doing your business and washing your hands, what you want to do is dry them. At Poopy's they have the usual air-type dryers, but these are super-duper dryers that blow air about 100 miles and hour. You get your hands dry almost sooner than you got them wet. Now thats a dryer. Zoom-Zoom.
We saw a Mugs Up rootbeer joint somewhere in Kansas that I can't recall. For those who might recall, and for those who don't know what I am talking about, Mugs Up used to have a drive-in on Glendale Avenue, just east of the I-17 freeway. When I was young, much younger than today, I coached both a co-ed and an all-girls softball team for St. Francis Xavier youth group. I would take my teams to Mugs Up after a game and treat 'em to rootbeer. Ice cold, fresh and dee-lis-us. It closed down many years ago, but I think the original building was standing for a long time. Anyways, I wish I had stopped and got me a big frosty mug of rootbeer when I saw it, but didn't. Don't know why I didn't, but I didn't.
We camped near a town in Kansas named Cherryvale. The park was nearly empty and located on a big lake. Nice. Saw lots of deer. We stayed there so we could be in close proximity to Coffeyville and Independence, Kansas. Coffeyville is where my maternal grandma was born and the Dalton Gang tried to pull off a double bank robbery, which failed and cost them their lives. Driving into Coffeyville, we passed Amazon.com building. Must be their headquarters or something. Huge building.
One side of Coffeyville, across the railroad tracks was devastated by a flood earlier this year. When we drove through the area, we noticed all the vacant buildings, houses, business, disheveled grounds, etc. Most of the vacant buildings had search and rescue markers painted on them indicating they had been searched for live and dead persons. We didn't know what had happened until we asked at the library. I think they have photos on the internet, so if you are interested, google Coffeyville and it will probably pop up. In some places, the waterline on the buildings is about 5 feet. In other places (low lands) the line is a good 10 feet deep. Just to make things worse, the water had oil on it from the refinery north of town. Other than the damaged buildings, they have things pretty well cleaned up.
We ate lunch at El Charro, a so called mexican food restaurant. Food was ok. Corinne's fajitas were good. Rice was no-go. Beans ok. The best part was the ice cold frosty 22 ounce beers. Its great being retired and being able to have an ice cold one at lunch any day of the week. But I got a headache from the beer, so its not all that great. I thought the salsa was tasteless. I asked for some hot sauce and it was neither hot nor tasty. I mixed it with the other tasteless sauce, salt, and pepper, but it didn't help. I called it Salsa-lite. They had actual spanish speaking waiters. I spoke to them in spanish, saying things like "esta bueno," ""si," "y" (and in spanish), and "no gracias" when he asked if we wanted dessert. Corinne was certain I was over my head and would get caught not knowing what I was saying and told the waiter so. He said I was "very good spanish speaking man" and even thought I might have been a Spaniard. So there.
We found old phone directories at the Coffeyville library and were able to find where my grandma and great grandpa/ma lived in Coffeyville. I hope the house looked better in 1909 than it does today. The grocery store they worked at is no longer standing, but was there during the 60's or 70 according to the lady at the library. She warned us she wouldn't go near that neighborhood even in the daylight. It was a pretty skanky part of town. Not really much of a town. Poverty must be the biggest employer. We got some photos of the house and vacant lot where the grocery once stood.
We visited Independence to gather genealogy info on my grandma and family, but because the town was celebrating Neewolloh (holloween spelled backwards...and an accurate indicator of their small town mentality) the Historical Museum was closed. We ended up at the County Court House and could not find any records of births. They let me, unaccompanied, go through the files to do the searching myself. The clerks then directed us to the city library. Now this is where the backwards small town mentality comes into place. They would not allow me to go to the "Kansas Room" where the records were stored because they didn't have any "volunteers" working and we would have to have a volunteer with us to view the records.
Now, we were just at the County Court House where they allowed us to peruse important government documents unaccosted, but we can't review library docs without supervision?? I was not happy and believe it or not, I may have got a bit testy with those people, whom I believe may have been from Arkansas. (Sorry if any one reading this is from Arkansas, but that's the way it is.) I asked to appeal to a supervisor or manager, but she didn't have any backbone to change things. I came about two numbers from calling the town mayor and getting him/her involved, but I didn't. Its not worth the effort when dealing with mor-ackus and a mor-oon mentalities. So, I will just have to write to the Kansas Governor to get the info I want.
We thought we might take in a movie since the rest of the day was shot. We drove to Parsons, KS, since it was probably the biggest town close to camp. We found one theatre, it was 5 pm, and several movies were playing. When we walked into the building, there was only one person working, a teenage girl. I introduced ourselves as being from the "Movie Board and we were here to do an inspection." We probably would have gotten away with it, but someone (and I mean Corinne) started to laugh. With that blown, we had to look at the movie times and pick a movie. As luck would have it, all the movies had already started and we would have to wait until 7 pm for them to restart. Not wanting to wait, I asked the girl if she could stop a movie and restart it from the beginning for us. She said "no." I informed her, "if we had actually been from the Movie Board, we would have had to shut the place down for that." Again, someone (Corinne, again)laughed and ruined our chances. We went back to camp and cooked dinner and watched TV.
Friday morning, we dumped our holding tanks really good and flushed them again to get them sparkling clean...if anyone wants to look and see. We finally broke camp at about 11 am and headed to OK City, OK. We took it slow and easy and actually drove on part of old Route 66. Along the way, on I-44, the Turnpike, I saw no less than 7 Oklahoma State Troopers working traffic. All but one of them had someone stopped when we passed them. This was all within about a 30 mile or less stretch of highway. Someone (and I mean Corinne) can't verify this because she was sawing logs, if you know what I mean.
We reached camp at Arcadia Lake, between Arcadia and Edmonds, along Route 66, OK. Nice campground. We set up then, becasue it was early, decided to go to OK City, OK to see some sights. First we went to the Capitol. This is one big building, and lots and lots of parking around the building for the House and Senate, Supreme Court and and of course, the Governor and all the staff for these folks. The governor had about 20 parking spaces reserved just for the office. They have an oil well on the grounds of the capitol.
We then went to the Oklahoma National Memorial which is the Murrah Federal Building. This is one nice memorial. They saved the back wall of the Murrah building, added a reflection pool where McStupid parked his truck. There are metal and glass chairs arranged in 9 rows for the 9 stories of the building. One for each person who died in the blast. Surrounding buildings were fixed but only to the point of making them safe. They still have missing bricks, damaged fire escapes, etc. They blocked in and painted windows black so to look as if they were still broken out. Pretty sobering atmosphere. McStupid got off easy, if you ask me.
Bob-servation:
The post office across the street from the memorial was still open and doing business at 6:30 pm on a Friday night. Why cannot they all do that?
It's now 1045 pm, Corinne is long ago asleep, and I need to do the same.
As the Scarecrow sang:
I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
(dee doo dee doodle-lee doo)
I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry
If I only had a brain!
Yes, if I only had a brain...
Bobo
Dorothy: "Bobo, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
Wicked Witch: "That's right my little dearie."
Yes, we are not in Kansas. We have moved onto: "Oklahoma where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain." How could two states be so musically inclined? Beats me (eight to the measure, that is.)
Ok, lots has happened since we last visited, and "lots of nothing" has happened, too...as my friend Bill Y. says. So lets get started.
Bob-servations:
I think I wrote about this in Dover or York, PA, but here it is again in Kansas. First you have the People's State Bank, then comes the Community State Bank, and as the accounts get larger, along comes the City State Bank. What next? County State Bank, State State Bank and National State Bank or is it State National Bank. Where would it all end? Universe State Bank?
Restaurants I have known: "Just Us Restaurant" and, just down the road is "My Place Restuarant."
Funeral Home slogans: Potts Funeral Home...Not only do we "Plant" your loved ones, we can also "Potts" them. Or, "You shots 'em, we Potts them." I know, its lame.
Ok, enough of that jibberish.
I forgot to mention the hand dryer in the restrooms at Poopy's Tattoos, Pub and Grub (or whatever it was called.) First, I must compliment Poopy's on the cleanliness of their restrooms. After doing your business and washing your hands, what you want to do is dry them. At Poopy's they have the usual air-type dryers, but these are super-duper dryers that blow air about 100 miles and hour. You get your hands dry almost sooner than you got them wet. Now thats a dryer. Zoom-Zoom.
We saw a Mugs Up rootbeer joint somewhere in Kansas that I can't recall. For those who might recall, and for those who don't know what I am talking about, Mugs Up used to have a drive-in on Glendale Avenue, just east of the I-17 freeway. When I was young, much younger than today, I coached both a co-ed and an all-girls softball team for St. Francis Xavier youth group. I would take my teams to Mugs Up after a game and treat 'em to rootbeer. Ice cold, fresh and dee-lis-us. It closed down many years ago, but I think the original building was standing for a long time. Anyways, I wish I had stopped and got me a big frosty mug of rootbeer when I saw it, but didn't. Don't know why I didn't, but I didn't.
We camped near a town in Kansas named Cherryvale. The park was nearly empty and located on a big lake. Nice. Saw lots of deer. We stayed there so we could be in close proximity to Coffeyville and Independence, Kansas. Coffeyville is where my maternal grandma was born and the Dalton Gang tried to pull off a double bank robbery, which failed and cost them their lives. Driving into Coffeyville, we passed Amazon.com building. Must be their headquarters or something. Huge building.
One side of Coffeyville, across the railroad tracks was devastated by a flood earlier this year. When we drove through the area, we noticed all the vacant buildings, houses, business, disheveled grounds, etc. Most of the vacant buildings had search and rescue markers painted on them indicating they had been searched for live and dead persons. We didn't know what had happened until we asked at the library. I think they have photos on the internet, so if you are interested, google Coffeyville and it will probably pop up. In some places, the waterline on the buildings is about 5 feet. In other places (low lands) the line is a good 10 feet deep. Just to make things worse, the water had oil on it from the refinery north of town. Other than the damaged buildings, they have things pretty well cleaned up.
We ate lunch at El Charro, a so called mexican food restaurant. Food was ok. Corinne's fajitas were good. Rice was no-go. Beans ok. The best part was the ice cold frosty 22 ounce beers. Its great being retired and being able to have an ice cold one at lunch any day of the week. But I got a headache from the beer, so its not all that great. I thought the salsa was tasteless. I asked for some hot sauce and it was neither hot nor tasty. I mixed it with the other tasteless sauce, salt, and pepper, but it didn't help. I called it Salsa-lite. They had actual spanish speaking waiters. I spoke to them in spanish, saying things like "esta bueno," ""si," "y" (and in spanish), and "no gracias" when he asked if we wanted dessert. Corinne was certain I was over my head and would get caught not knowing what I was saying and told the waiter so. He said I was "very good spanish speaking man" and even thought I might have been a Spaniard. So there.
We found old phone directories at the Coffeyville library and were able to find where my grandma and great grandpa/ma lived in Coffeyville. I hope the house looked better in 1909 than it does today. The grocery store they worked at is no longer standing, but was there during the 60's or 70 according to the lady at the library. She warned us she wouldn't go near that neighborhood even in the daylight. It was a pretty skanky part of town. Not really much of a town. Poverty must be the biggest employer. We got some photos of the house and vacant lot where the grocery once stood.
We visited Independence to gather genealogy info on my grandma and family, but because the town was celebrating Neewolloh (holloween spelled backwards...and an accurate indicator of their small town mentality) the Historical Museum was closed. We ended up at the County Court House and could not find any records of births. They let me, unaccompanied, go through the files to do the searching myself. The clerks then directed us to the city library. Now this is where the backwards small town mentality comes into place. They would not allow me to go to the "Kansas Room" where the records were stored because they didn't have any "volunteers" working and we would have to have a volunteer with us to view the records.
Now, we were just at the County Court House where they allowed us to peruse important government documents unaccosted, but we can't review library docs without supervision?? I was not happy and believe it or not, I may have got a bit testy with those people, whom I believe may have been from Arkansas. (Sorry if any one reading this is from Arkansas, but that's the way it is.) I asked to appeal to a supervisor or manager, but she didn't have any backbone to change things. I came about two numbers from calling the town mayor and getting him/her involved, but I didn't. Its not worth the effort when dealing with mor-ackus and a mor-oon mentalities. So, I will just have to write to the Kansas Governor to get the info I want.
We thought we might take in a movie since the rest of the day was shot. We drove to Parsons, KS, since it was probably the biggest town close to camp. We found one theatre, it was 5 pm, and several movies were playing. When we walked into the building, there was only one person working, a teenage girl. I introduced ourselves as being from the "Movie Board and we were here to do an inspection." We probably would have gotten away with it, but someone (and I mean Corinne) started to laugh. With that blown, we had to look at the movie times and pick a movie. As luck would have it, all the movies had already started and we would have to wait until 7 pm for them to restart. Not wanting to wait, I asked the girl if she could stop a movie and restart it from the beginning for us. She said "no." I informed her, "if we had actually been from the Movie Board, we would have had to shut the place down for that." Again, someone (Corinne, again)laughed and ruined our chances. We went back to camp and cooked dinner and watched TV.
Friday morning, we dumped our holding tanks really good and flushed them again to get them sparkling clean...if anyone wants to look and see. We finally broke camp at about 11 am and headed to OK City, OK. We took it slow and easy and actually drove on part of old Route 66. Along the way, on I-44, the Turnpike, I saw no less than 7 Oklahoma State Troopers working traffic. All but one of them had someone stopped when we passed them. This was all within about a 30 mile or less stretch of highway. Someone (and I mean Corinne) can't verify this because she was sawing logs, if you know what I mean.
We reached camp at Arcadia Lake, between Arcadia and Edmonds, along Route 66, OK. Nice campground. We set up then, becasue it was early, decided to go to OK City, OK to see some sights. First we went to the Capitol. This is one big building, and lots and lots of parking around the building for the House and Senate, Supreme Court and and of course, the Governor and all the staff for these folks. The governor had about 20 parking spaces reserved just for the office. They have an oil well on the grounds of the capitol.
We then went to the Oklahoma National Memorial which is the Murrah Federal Building. This is one nice memorial. They saved the back wall of the Murrah building, added a reflection pool where McStupid parked his truck. There are metal and glass chairs arranged in 9 rows for the 9 stories of the building. One for each person who died in the blast. Surrounding buildings were fixed but only to the point of making them safe. They still have missing bricks, damaged fire escapes, etc. They blocked in and painted windows black so to look as if they were still broken out. Pretty sobering atmosphere. McStupid got off easy, if you ask me.
Bob-servation:
The post office across the street from the memorial was still open and doing business at 6:30 pm on a Friday night. Why cannot they all do that?
It's now 1045 pm, Corinne is long ago asleep, and I need to do the same.
As the Scarecrow sang:
I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
(dee doo dee doodle-lee doo)
I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry
If I only had a brain!
Yes, if I only had a brain...
Bobo
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 007
Bob's Blah Blog:
Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
I say I'm going to Kansas City,
Kansas City here I come
They got some pretty redhead ladies there
but I already gots me one.
Hello from KC, MO, not to be confused with KC, KS, or KCK as they say on TV. Got here yesterday afternoon. Beautiful park built by the Army Corp of Engineers. Ms. Lynda, if you haven’t discovered these gems, let me know and I’ll tell you how to find them.
Wind blew here pretty strong last night. Coach rocked a few times. Before retiring to slumber last night, I went outside to see what the area looked like in the dark. The moon was shining bright and the sky was clear. Don’t know where the wind came from, but it arrived with force. The nightly weather forecast didn’t mention any wind possibilities. Maybe got some rain, too. Not sure.
Its just a bit after 6 am and I haven’t seen 6 am in several months. I just heard Corinne yawning so that means she must be awake. For the past few days, she has been waking up at 4:30 or 5 (in the morning) so, at least she was able to sleep in today. Yep, she's up, I see her. Good morning "my little ray of sunshine."
Some catching up...going through Davenport IA, we had to take a bypass because their bridge underpasses are like 11' 8'' high. Just as we were approaching one, the warning lights began to flash and a message board told us to move to the right lane, which we did. Howvever, as we continued to approach the bridge, there was construction and it became confusius for us to know where to go. Fortunately, a couple in a truck ahead understood the problem and waved us to follow them. Good thing, too. After getting through the detour, they stopped and asked where we were headed and said we shouldn't have any more low bridges on the route we chose. They must be RV'ers, too. Then, at a stop light, a man driving a cherry 53 Caddie pulled up along side and warned us about the low bridges, saying he drove his high profile vehicle into one and he lives there. We appreciated the heads up...er, I mean, keep your head down...advisories.
Today, we are going to visit the Hallmark Visitor Center and see real Hallmark employees actually making Hallmark stuff. I guess thats why I woke up so early. Anticipation is killing me. Corinne's mom owned two, count 'em, two Hallmarks in Kingman. She used to let me work there. I was Robert and she was Roberta. We will probably be given the VIP tour because we buy Hallmark ornaments and cards, and are special.
After a little touring, we will head for Coffeyville, KS where my mom's mom was born. Its also the location where the Dalton Gang made their ill-fated simultaneous two bank robberies in the 1890's and they got wiped out by the town folks. I think Grandma said she saw the blood stains on the boardwalks when she was young. Hope they are still visible.
Wanna know what we had for dinner last nihgt? Corinne made chicken fried chicken, smashed taters and gravy, green peas and, for 'zert, tapioca pudding. She's a good cook and makes the best gravy. As my dad would say after eating dinner, "Bow Wow Wow." Don't know why he used those specific words, but it meant it was a good meal. Wish I would have remembered to say that last night. A cook can't be better complimented than a hearty "Bow Wow Wow."
Make sure you have the hose tightly attached to the drain connection when you dump your holding tanks. Enough said about that.
We are headed home by way of Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico. Speaking of New Mexico, did you know there is a Mexico, Missouri? Corinne's nephews used to live there at one time. People living here probably shorten the name and just say they live in "Mexi-mo."
Adio-mo.
Bobo-mo
Kansas City, Kansas City here I come.
I say I'm going to Kansas City,
Kansas City here I come
They got some pretty redhead ladies there
but I already gots me one.
Hello from KC, MO, not to be confused with KC, KS, or KCK as they say on TV. Got here yesterday afternoon. Beautiful park built by the Army Corp of Engineers. Ms. Lynda, if you haven’t discovered these gems, let me know and I’ll tell you how to find them.
Wind blew here pretty strong last night. Coach rocked a few times. Before retiring to slumber last night, I went outside to see what the area looked like in the dark. The moon was shining bright and the sky was clear. Don’t know where the wind came from, but it arrived with force. The nightly weather forecast didn’t mention any wind possibilities. Maybe got some rain, too. Not sure.
Its just a bit after 6 am and I haven’t seen 6 am in several months. I just heard Corinne yawning so that means she must be awake. For the past few days, she has been waking up at 4:30 or 5 (in the morning) so, at least she was able to sleep in today. Yep, she's up, I see her. Good morning "my little ray of sunshine."
Some catching up...going through Davenport IA, we had to take a bypass because their bridge underpasses are like 11' 8'' high. Just as we were approaching one, the warning lights began to flash and a message board told us to move to the right lane, which we did. Howvever, as we continued to approach the bridge, there was construction and it became confusius for us to know where to go. Fortunately, a couple in a truck ahead understood the problem and waved us to follow them. Good thing, too. After getting through the detour, they stopped and asked where we were headed and said we shouldn't have any more low bridges on the route we chose. They must be RV'ers, too. Then, at a stop light, a man driving a cherry 53 Caddie pulled up along side and warned us about the low bridges, saying he drove his high profile vehicle into one and he lives there. We appreciated the heads up...er, I mean, keep your head down...advisories.
Today, we are going to visit the Hallmark Visitor Center and see real Hallmark employees actually making Hallmark stuff. I guess thats why I woke up so early. Anticipation is killing me. Corinne's mom owned two, count 'em, two Hallmarks in Kingman. She used to let me work there. I was Robert and she was Roberta. We will probably be given the VIP tour because we buy Hallmark ornaments and cards, and are special.
After a little touring, we will head for Coffeyville, KS where my mom's mom was born. Its also the location where the Dalton Gang made their ill-fated simultaneous two bank robberies in the 1890's and they got wiped out by the town folks. I think Grandma said she saw the blood stains on the boardwalks when she was young. Hope they are still visible.
Wanna know what we had for dinner last nihgt? Corinne made chicken fried chicken, smashed taters and gravy, green peas and, for 'zert, tapioca pudding. She's a good cook and makes the best gravy. As my dad would say after eating dinner, "Bow Wow Wow." Don't know why he used those specific words, but it meant it was a good meal. Wish I would have remembered to say that last night. A cook can't be better complimented than a hearty "Bow Wow Wow."
Make sure you have the hose tightly attached to the drain connection when you dump your holding tanks. Enough said about that.
We are headed home by way of Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico. Speaking of New Mexico, did you know there is a Mexico, Missouri? Corinne's nephews used to live there at one time. People living here probably shorten the name and just say they live in "Mexi-mo."
Adio-mo.
Bobo-mo
Monday, October 22, 2007
Monday, Oktober 22, 2007
Bob's Blah Blog:
Hold on tight to your dreams....
Here we are, just west of St. Louie, MO. Got here yesterday after a long day of travel. Staying at a beautiful MO state park named Dr. Edward Babler Memorial Park. Who is Dr. Babler? Heck if we know, but we sure like his hospitality. We are in a town or area called Wildwood, southwest of US 61 and US 40 intersection. Really purty and surrounded by trees with all colors of fall leaves. Lots of high dollar homes around here. One has its own lake, with a view of everything to the north. Gated as to keep me out. Now that's class.
We decided we spent enough time in Moccalocca, IA and probably wouldn't find anymore information of value to us. Besides, it was getting hot again...like 84 degrees. We pulled up stakes and got back on the road again. Get itchy for adventure if in one place for more than a couple of days. We did laundry on Saturday night at a 24 hours laundromat. Nothing of consequence to report other than I put money into someone else's dryer and started to dry their clothes, again. I had to open the dryer, move all their clothes to the next dryer only after emptying the other dryer of my clothes. The two ladies had 4 dryers together, but they were gone for all the time we were there, except for the last few minutes before we left. I don't think they ever caught on to my touching their unmentionables (pink and lacey).
I mistakenly called the Macarena, IA campground we were at as Horseshoe. The full name is Horseshoe Lake Park. It is operated by the Mochalatta, IA town.
Today, we went into St. Looey and toured the Jefferson Memorial Gateway Arch. Did you know it is 630 feet to the top and you can go to the top via a 5 person per car tram ride? The tram is based on a carnival ride, something like a ferris wheel and the cars pivot front to back as it goes up and down inside the arch. At a preordained degree, a catch releases and the car goes back to level. We were able to get our tram car rocking and almost got it to go clear around its pivot axis. It was pretty cool. The elderly passengers in the car with us didn't think it too much fun, but, hey, its St. Looney.
We also had a St. Screwy fireman in our car, but he didn't know Paul, my brother. Some brotherhood. Actually, there were about a dozen firefighters on the tram and at the top. When they rotate firehouses they come to the arch to get familiarized with the building and how to get in and out of it in case of a disaster or other emergency. I imagine its just another way for them to get something for free, right Pablo??
At the top, I was really surprised and excited that someone (and I mean Corinne) wasn't fearful of the height and would look out the windows. She is not fond of heights and I think she was trying to look brave, but hoping to faint and have all
those hunky fireman fussing over her. I noticed she tried to be near the cutest, most hunky one most of the time there. There was a really geeky one in the group. He looked really nerdy, wore black horn-rimmed glasses and was skinny and dorky. Why Corinne didn't sidle-up to this one I don't know, because he reminded my of myself when I was young and not as buff and hard-bodied.
It rained for most of the day today, beginning around 10 am, about the time we were getting to the Arch. What a fabulous view of St. Loose, the Mississip, and Illignore we had from the top. River boats, tugs, barges, trains, firetrucks, cars all could be seen from up there. If you ever get a chance to come here, do it and do the arch. Money well spent, and not much of it, at that.
After the tram ride, we watched a 35 minute film on the early 1960's construction of the arch and the men who built it. Nobody lost their life on the job, and they had estimated 13 men would die while it was being built. I noticed in the movie the workers did not wear safety harnesses and some did not have hard hats on. I guess OSHA wasn't around then. After the movie, we went to the museum and saw real artifacts of the old west, actual photographs of pioneers and "Indins" as my Native American friend, Pete (Nando, Pierre) Padilla calls them. It was interesting, had quotes from pioneers, their wives and soldiers. One wife was quouted as saying about the old homestead: "Sell it, give it away, leave it...I don't care. I don't even want to ride the railroad. That schooner ship looks good enough for me, right now." Hmmmm, doesn't sound like Little House on the Prarie was as much fun as it looked on TV.
Went to see a movie this evening since it was raining and St. Charles wasn't as much fun to be in as was Galena, IL. We saw "What we lost in the fire" with Halle Berry and some Benito Bean Burrito sounding name guy. It was good. I liked it. Had some unexpected twists and turns and kept me entertained.
Tomorrow we get our little wagon train hitched up, again, and will head for Kansas City. Don't know if its Kansas or Missouri side of the river we want to be on. Will know when the wagon gets there and the wagonmaster (and I mean Corinne) says, "Whoa there, pardner, that's fer nuf fer today."
Head 'em...move 'em out!
Bobo
Hold on tight to your dreams....
Here we are, just west of St. Louie, MO. Got here yesterday after a long day of travel. Staying at a beautiful MO state park named Dr. Edward Babler Memorial Park. Who is Dr. Babler? Heck if we know, but we sure like his hospitality. We are in a town or area called Wildwood, southwest of US 61 and US 40 intersection. Really purty and surrounded by trees with all colors of fall leaves. Lots of high dollar homes around here. One has its own lake, with a view of everything to the north. Gated as to keep me out. Now that's class.
We decided we spent enough time in Moccalocca, IA and probably wouldn't find anymore information of value to us. Besides, it was getting hot again...like 84 degrees. We pulled up stakes and got back on the road again. Get itchy for adventure if in one place for more than a couple of days. We did laundry on Saturday night at a 24 hours laundromat. Nothing of consequence to report other than I put money into someone else's dryer and started to dry their clothes, again. I had to open the dryer, move all their clothes to the next dryer only after emptying the other dryer of my clothes. The two ladies had 4 dryers together, but they were gone for all the time we were there, except for the last few minutes before we left. I don't think they ever caught on to my touching their unmentionables (pink and lacey).
I mistakenly called the Macarena, IA campground we were at as Horseshoe. The full name is Horseshoe Lake Park. It is operated by the Mochalatta, IA town.
Today, we went into St. Looey and toured the Jefferson Memorial Gateway Arch. Did you know it is 630 feet to the top and you can go to the top via a 5 person per car tram ride? The tram is based on a carnival ride, something like a ferris wheel and the cars pivot front to back as it goes up and down inside the arch. At a preordained degree, a catch releases and the car goes back to level. We were able to get our tram car rocking and almost got it to go clear around its pivot axis. It was pretty cool. The elderly passengers in the car with us didn't think it too much fun, but, hey, its St. Looney.
We also had a St. Screwy fireman in our car, but he didn't know Paul, my brother. Some brotherhood. Actually, there were about a dozen firefighters on the tram and at the top. When they rotate firehouses they come to the arch to get familiarized with the building and how to get in and out of it in case of a disaster or other emergency. I imagine its just another way for them to get something for free, right Pablo??
At the top, I was really surprised and excited that someone (and I mean Corinne) wasn't fearful of the height and would look out the windows. She is not fond of heights and I think she was trying to look brave, but hoping to faint and have all
those hunky fireman fussing over her. I noticed she tried to be near the cutest, most hunky one most of the time there. There was a really geeky one in the group. He looked really nerdy, wore black horn-rimmed glasses and was skinny and dorky. Why Corinne didn't sidle-up to this one I don't know, because he reminded my of myself when I was young and not as buff and hard-bodied.
It rained for most of the day today, beginning around 10 am, about the time we were getting to the Arch. What a fabulous view of St. Loose, the Mississip, and Illignore we had from the top. River boats, tugs, barges, trains, firetrucks, cars all could be seen from up there. If you ever get a chance to come here, do it and do the arch. Money well spent, and not much of it, at that.
After the tram ride, we watched a 35 minute film on the early 1960's construction of the arch and the men who built it. Nobody lost their life on the job, and they had estimated 13 men would die while it was being built. I noticed in the movie the workers did not wear safety harnesses and some did not have hard hats on. I guess OSHA wasn't around then. After the movie, we went to the museum and saw real artifacts of the old west, actual photographs of pioneers and "Indins" as my Native American friend, Pete (Nando, Pierre) Padilla calls them. It was interesting, had quotes from pioneers, their wives and soldiers. One wife was quouted as saying about the old homestead: "Sell it, give it away, leave it...I don't care. I don't even want to ride the railroad. That schooner ship looks good enough for me, right now." Hmmmm, doesn't sound like Little House on the Prarie was as much fun as it looked on TV.
Went to see a movie this evening since it was raining and St. Charles wasn't as much fun to be in as was Galena, IL. We saw "What we lost in the fire" with Halle Berry and some Benito Bean Burrito sounding name guy. It was good. I liked it. Had some unexpected twists and turns and kept me entertained.
Tomorrow we get our little wagon train hitched up, again, and will head for Kansas City. Don't know if its Kansas or Missouri side of the river we want to be on. Will know when the wagon gets there and the wagonmaster (and I mean Corinne) says, "Whoa there, pardner, that's fer nuf fer today."
Head 'em...move 'em out!
Bobo
Friday, October 19, 2007
Friday, October 19, 007
Bob's Blah Blog:
Hey, Hey, Hey! Its Friday, but then, everyday is a friday for me. No workie tomorrow. My brother Paul said the best part of being a fireman was every day he went to work it was a friday. Well Paul, I think you were right. The best part of being retired is everyday is a friday.
Catching up on some stuff I meant to blog about, but haven't..
It seems the residents here like to burn the fallen leaves in their yards. Not thats not so unusual, but what I find concerning is nobody is out watching the fires. And, some of these fires are pretty big. One we saw in Michigan I was sure was a house fire. When we got on it, it was just a big pile of leaves, wood and other combustibles (big word) ablaze on the front lawn.
We have taken note of the numberous, and I mean numerous, bars or taverns they have here in Illinoli and Ioweya. Seem almost everywhere you go, everywhere you look, there is a lighted sign hanging from the side of a building advertising beer products. Lots of Pabst Blue Ribbon, which I must say, is pretty darn good in a bottle, ice cold and jonesing for a brewski. I had a PBR in a can at Poopy's Tattoos, Pub and Piercings (as the place is actually named) last night with my all you can eat Aye Fish Fry. I was jonesing for a brewski, the beer was cold, but it was deliverd to me in a can. Not the same as a bottle. I think my brothers will back me up on this one. Bottles good, cans better than nothing.
Speaking of the Aye Fish Fry, they had a really good fried Alaskan Pollock. Crispy filets, fries or sweet potato, slaw, tarter sauce and rolls. My tongue nearly slapped the teeth right out of my mouth trying to get to them tastee morsels. Did you know that Alaskan Pollock fish swim backwards? Yeah, the fishermen put their nets upstream and the fish swims backwards right into the nets. I read about it in Reader's Digest. (Vanessa, ask Ron to loan that issue to you.)
We have had some odd weather here for the past few nights. One night, it rained all night. Stopped in the morning, tho. Then, the wind has been blowing for over 24 hours. Blowing pretty strongly. Causing white caps on the Mississip River, but thats not really saying much because a 6 knot wind will cause white caps. But these were White Caps, not the ordinary kind. Tiny Hawaiian kids could have surfed on these bad boys. With the wind coming right off the river and nothing to impede its force, I think it picked up speed. The coach rocked a few times when hit by a gust. Today, we moved to Maquoketa (pronounced Maquoketa). With our plan to continue making our way west, we decdied if we were going to be doing some graveyard searches we might as well be closer to the action.
The last campground, Thomsom Causeway, was filling up fast for the weekend. The campers decorate their motorhomes and coaches with halloween attire, lights, pumpkins, sleletons in the hopes that the little creepy kids will soon be there. Actually, the town youngsters come out to the campground and trick or treat for the campers. I think its a pretty big deal as the campers seem to come back each year just for that.
Leading in to the campground, there is a levee between two bodies of water. Two signs are posted. One list the speed limit at 10 MPH (miles per hour for you speed scofflaws) and the second sign reads Turtle Crossing. What kind of turtles do they have here where they have to put a maximum speed limit on them crossing a roadway? I guess turtles could go 10 mph or faster if they got a running start or something.
Well, it looks like its election time all over again. This morning, I saw my first political ad. This one for Hitlery Clinton. At the end, you know they always have that little legal tag for the candidate to say "I'm Hitlery Clinton and I approved this boloney...I mean crap...no, wait, advertisement. Vote Republican and vote often.
Did I mention the squirrel I pissed-off in a cemetery? I guess I was getting too close to his nut stash and he didn't like that. He shook his tail at me, chattered as squirrels do, and climbed a big tree and looked down on me. I made noises to challenge him and that just seemed to agitate him even more. I even thought he might jump from the tree and land on me and beat me severely with his tail. I thought it was pretty funny of him to be so protective of his acorn stash, so I picked up all I could just to spite him. Ain't no squirrel gonna threaten me with certain death. uh-naw...not gonna happen.
Mean while, across the roadway and down the hill, Corinne was having a close encounter with a dear of some sort. She said it would walk back and forth past her, lifting its head to pick up the telltale scent of the dangerous redheaded graveyard walker. Eventially, Corinne said it went into some undergrowth and disappeared.
We have met some pretty nice folks along our travels...some even from Iowait. Today, we had a nice conversation with some folks who live on or near the land Corinne's ancestors lived and farmed on.
Oh, some exciting news....we think we have found the missing link (no, not that kind of missing link, and no, not me) between Corinne's family and my family. We have thought since both families came through the Iowon state, and lived in relatively (no pun intended) close proximity to each other at different times, we surely would have inter-marriage of the two blood lines. Yes, we could have found the link, and don't call me Shirley. Of course, we will have to do lots more research to confirm or deny the connection, so keep your eyes and ears ready.
We ate one day in Clinton, IA at Moe's Pizza. Pretty good pizza, even if Moe is short for Muhammed and the closest he ever got to Italy was Iran. Nice gentleman. We invited him to come sit at our table and tell us his stories. At one point, he mentioned that in Iran, no sale is completed without negotiation. The sellers want one price, the buyer another. They then dicker back and forth until they agree to a selling price. He said, even if the buyer is willing to pay the price the seller first offers, they must still negotiate. Strange. Anyway, I told him this was the best $5 pizza I ever had. At the cash register, he brought up the $5 negotiation price and I told him $5.50 was my best offer. I ended up paying the menu price....some negotiater he was. Oh, and because he was Muslim, no smoking or alcohol served. Oh, well, can't everything be perfect.
When we travel, we like to listen to audio books because I get tired of talking and talking and talking to fill the void of silence over the thousands of miles we have traveled. Anyway, the book we are currently listening to is called "Reversible Error." It is about a 3 time homicide committed on the Fourth of July. The killer placed all the bodies into the restaurant's freezer after shooting them. The newspapers started calling the incident the Fourth of July Murders. My thoughts are, if the bodies ended up in the freezer, wouldn't a better name for the newspapers to use to identify the incident be...the Frost of July Murders?
Yesterday, we went to the Maquoketa Historical Society in Jackson County, IA. We just walked in, like we usually do, and began to make ourselves at home, like we usually do. I found a name index and determined the Paup name I was looking for was in a file folder. I looked around, found the files and went to retrieve the file. Just as I was about to pull the file door open, I read a note saying I had to ask staff for assistance. I looked around and could not tell whom was is and whom was isn't. Some man looked at me so I asked him. He didn't know, but addressed some other guy at a computer with his back to us. He got up and came over to me, just at about the same time Corinne came over to back me up. I asked to see the Paup file and he wanted to know why? Corinne explained she was doing research on her ancestors and was looking for info. He said "what for?" At this point my spidey-senses activated and I asked him if he was a Paup? He said no. Corinne said she wanted info on her great, great, great (you get the idea) grandfather, Daniel. He said "which one?" Corinne said "Daniel the second, son of Daniel the first, father of Daniel the third, and George the first." (Like that was going to make any sense to him). Well, he knew just what she was talking about, and wanted to know what he could do to help us....that and us joining the Jackson County Historical Society. He was quite knowledgeable about the family, where they had lived, where they were buried, whom they married. He even said Daniel the second was so well known in these parts that he was often referred to as "Uncle Daniel" by the townsfolks. Anyway, we got lots of valuable info from him and some of the elderly ladies present in the museum...even if he almost got started off on the wrong foot with us by acting like he was the keeper of all information Paup and we have to justify to him why we want info.
Anyways, thats all for tonight. I am Bobo and I approved this blog.
Bobo
Hey, Hey, Hey! Its Friday, but then, everyday is a friday for me. No workie tomorrow. My brother Paul said the best part of being a fireman was every day he went to work it was a friday. Well Paul, I think you were right. The best part of being retired is everyday is a friday.
Catching up on some stuff I meant to blog about, but haven't..
It seems the residents here like to burn the fallen leaves in their yards. Not thats not so unusual, but what I find concerning is nobody is out watching the fires. And, some of these fires are pretty big. One we saw in Michigan I was sure was a house fire. When we got on it, it was just a big pile of leaves, wood and other combustibles (big word) ablaze on the front lawn.
We have taken note of the numberous, and I mean numerous, bars or taverns they have here in Illinoli and Ioweya. Seem almost everywhere you go, everywhere you look, there is a lighted sign hanging from the side of a building advertising beer products. Lots of Pabst Blue Ribbon, which I must say, is pretty darn good in a bottle, ice cold and jonesing for a brewski. I had a PBR in a can at Poopy's Tattoos, Pub and Piercings (as the place is actually named) last night with my all you can eat Aye Fish Fry. I was jonesing for a brewski, the beer was cold, but it was deliverd to me in a can. Not the same as a bottle. I think my brothers will back me up on this one. Bottles good, cans better than nothing.
Speaking of the Aye Fish Fry, they had a really good fried Alaskan Pollock. Crispy filets, fries or sweet potato, slaw, tarter sauce and rolls. My tongue nearly slapped the teeth right out of my mouth trying to get to them tastee morsels. Did you know that Alaskan Pollock fish swim backwards? Yeah, the fishermen put their nets upstream and the fish swims backwards right into the nets. I read about it in Reader's Digest. (Vanessa, ask Ron to loan that issue to you.)
We have had some odd weather here for the past few nights. One night, it rained all night. Stopped in the morning, tho. Then, the wind has been blowing for over 24 hours. Blowing pretty strongly. Causing white caps on the Mississip River, but thats not really saying much because a 6 knot wind will cause white caps. But these were White Caps, not the ordinary kind. Tiny Hawaiian kids could have surfed on these bad boys. With the wind coming right off the river and nothing to impede its force, I think it picked up speed. The coach rocked a few times when hit by a gust. Today, we moved to Maquoketa (pronounced Maquoketa). With our plan to continue making our way west, we decdied if we were going to be doing some graveyard searches we might as well be closer to the action.
The last campground, Thomsom Causeway, was filling up fast for the weekend. The campers decorate their motorhomes and coaches with halloween attire, lights, pumpkins, sleletons in the hopes that the little creepy kids will soon be there. Actually, the town youngsters come out to the campground and trick or treat for the campers. I think its a pretty big deal as the campers seem to come back each year just for that.
Leading in to the campground, there is a levee between two bodies of water. Two signs are posted. One list the speed limit at 10 MPH (miles per hour for you speed scofflaws) and the second sign reads Turtle Crossing. What kind of turtles do they have here where they have to put a maximum speed limit on them crossing a roadway? I guess turtles could go 10 mph or faster if they got a running start or something.
Well, it looks like its election time all over again. This morning, I saw my first political ad. This one for Hitlery Clinton. At the end, you know they always have that little legal tag for the candidate to say "I'm Hitlery Clinton and I approved this boloney...I mean crap...no, wait, advertisement. Vote Republican and vote often.
Did I mention the squirrel I pissed-off in a cemetery? I guess I was getting too close to his nut stash and he didn't like that. He shook his tail at me, chattered as squirrels do, and climbed a big tree and looked down on me. I made noises to challenge him and that just seemed to agitate him even more. I even thought he might jump from the tree and land on me and beat me severely with his tail. I thought it was pretty funny of him to be so protective of his acorn stash, so I picked up all I could just to spite him. Ain't no squirrel gonna threaten me with certain death. uh-naw...not gonna happen.
Mean while, across the roadway and down the hill, Corinne was having a close encounter with a dear of some sort. She said it would walk back and forth past her, lifting its head to pick up the telltale scent of the dangerous redheaded graveyard walker. Eventially, Corinne said it went into some undergrowth and disappeared.
We have met some pretty nice folks along our travels...some even from Iowait. Today, we had a nice conversation with some folks who live on or near the land Corinne's ancestors lived and farmed on.
Oh, some exciting news....we think we have found the missing link (no, not that kind of missing link, and no, not me) between Corinne's family and my family. We have thought since both families came through the Iowon state, and lived in relatively (no pun intended) close proximity to each other at different times, we surely would have inter-marriage of the two blood lines. Yes, we could have found the link, and don't call me Shirley. Of course, we will have to do lots more research to confirm or deny the connection, so keep your eyes and ears ready.
We ate one day in Clinton, IA at Moe's Pizza. Pretty good pizza, even if Moe is short for Muhammed and the closest he ever got to Italy was Iran. Nice gentleman. We invited him to come sit at our table and tell us his stories. At one point, he mentioned that in Iran, no sale is completed without negotiation. The sellers want one price, the buyer another. They then dicker back and forth until they agree to a selling price. He said, even if the buyer is willing to pay the price the seller first offers, they must still negotiate. Strange. Anyway, I told him this was the best $5 pizza I ever had. At the cash register, he brought up the $5 negotiation price and I told him $5.50 was my best offer. I ended up paying the menu price....some negotiater he was. Oh, and because he was Muslim, no smoking or alcohol served. Oh, well, can't everything be perfect.
When we travel, we like to listen to audio books because I get tired of talking and talking and talking to fill the void of silence over the thousands of miles we have traveled. Anyway, the book we are currently listening to is called "Reversible Error." It is about a 3 time homicide committed on the Fourth of July. The killer placed all the bodies into the restaurant's freezer after shooting them. The newspapers started calling the incident the Fourth of July Murders. My thoughts are, if the bodies ended up in the freezer, wouldn't a better name for the newspapers to use to identify the incident be...the Frost of July Murders?
Yesterday, we went to the Maquoketa Historical Society in Jackson County, IA. We just walked in, like we usually do, and began to make ourselves at home, like we usually do. I found a name index and determined the Paup name I was looking for was in a file folder. I looked around, found the files and went to retrieve the file. Just as I was about to pull the file door open, I read a note saying I had to ask staff for assistance. I looked around and could not tell whom was is and whom was isn't. Some man looked at me so I asked him. He didn't know, but addressed some other guy at a computer with his back to us. He got up and came over to me, just at about the same time Corinne came over to back me up. I asked to see the Paup file and he wanted to know why? Corinne explained she was doing research on her ancestors and was looking for info. He said "what for?" At this point my spidey-senses activated and I asked him if he was a Paup? He said no. Corinne said she wanted info on her great, great, great (you get the idea) grandfather, Daniel. He said "which one?" Corinne said "Daniel the second, son of Daniel the first, father of Daniel the third, and George the first." (Like that was going to make any sense to him). Well, he knew just what she was talking about, and wanted to know what he could do to help us....that and us joining the Jackson County Historical Society. He was quite knowledgeable about the family, where they had lived, where they were buried, whom they married. He even said Daniel the second was so well known in these parts that he was often referred to as "Uncle Daniel" by the townsfolks. Anyway, we got lots of valuable info from him and some of the elderly ladies present in the museum...even if he almost got started off on the wrong foot with us by acting like he was the keeper of all information Paup and we have to justify to him why we want info.
Anyways, thats all for tonight. I am Bobo and I approved this blog.
Bobo
Monday, October 15, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Bob's Blah Blog:
Good morning from the banks of the mighty "Mississip" as I call it.Due to a computer crash, we have been out of service for awhile. Had to procure a new computer. But, like a bad penny, we're back!
Okay, its now Monday afternoon, we are in Galena, Il, the end of the stageline when stage coaches came this way. Also, home of US Grant before and after the Civil War. And, 8 other Civil War Generals from the winning side.
Corinne found my little red notebook which was mysteriously misplaced a couple of states or weeks back. She found it under the driver's seat in the big rig when we were washing and cleaning it before the big rain. (her idea to wash it when the rain was imminent.) So, I have to catch up on some of the stuff I forgot about. Let's see....
We saw a sign near the Racoon State Park campground outside of Piggsburgh that read: "Got Far Wood." That's a good thing, nobody wants to have a campfire or bonfire using "Near Wood" which would most likely be synthetic wood, not real wood, but as near to being wood as wood would be. Now, wasn't that worth waiting all this time for us to find the little red notebook? I thinks so.
Bob-servations...
Saw a roadsign advertising a business which read: "Krapohl's Auto," followed by another sign reading "Poopiecredit.com." Sounds like someplace I would like to buy a car and get my credit from.
Continuing on, we had lunch today in Savana, Illinoise at a place called "Poopy's Pub N Grub." The food was certainly Cheaper than S#*t, as advertised.
Then, heading into Galena, Illinose, we saw a business named "Poopsie's."
I am starting to get a whiff, so to speak, of how to best name for a thriving business. Give it a name having to do with excrement.
Read a sign for a business called "Ann's Snoop Sister's Inn" as we entered into Galena. What the heck is that all about? Snoop Sister's??
We stopped at a scenic overlook that had a tower (like the forest service uses to watch for forest fires). The sign at the entrance to the tower's parking lot read: "Trucks more than 8 tons prohibited in scenic tower." Well, duh. I guess someone must have tried to drive their 9 ton truck up the ladder into the scenic tower. How dumb can some people be. Anyone could plainly see the steps would not support that much weight.
Had to take a break in the action. Its now Tuesday night and we are back at the coach. We are staying in an Illinosey state park named Thomsom Causeway. It is about 9 miles northeast of Clinton, IA if that helps anyone. Its a very, and I stress very nice park with paved pads for RV's and vehicles. Level, too. We are camped about 100 feet to the east of the Mighty Mississippi River and have a great view of it when we go outside. Cost? Glad you asked. $18/day. Includes water and electric. Also showers if we want to take one. But, its been so great these past 100 days without having to get cleaned up to go to work or something, "why start now" is what our saying is every morning. Just kidding...we say that at night.
Lets see...where have we been? Seems to me my last blog was when we were in Piddleburgh, PA. We moved westward, yes, we are headed toward home, to Aunt Harriette's farm in Indiana. We parked the big rig and coach on the farm right next to the cattle pens. Don't worry, there were only 23 cows in the pen but lots more flys. Country fresh air is what Moe always sez. She would have liked this "fresh" air. I liked it, but then again, I worked in Bugeye, AZ for 5 years and got accustomed to odd smells, mostly. There are still some odors that make me gag, but...
I made friends with the cows, particularly a brown Swiss with big doey eyes. She just looked at me lovingly and all I wanted to do was make a hamburger or steak (Swiss steak, naturally) out of her. I told A. H. I put the brown Swiss into the cattle hauler (as she jokingly called our coach) when we were leaving and was taking it with us. She said ok.
The funnest part about the cows was the conversations I had with them. I would say "moo" and they all came over to the fence to listen to what I had to moo about. They kept pushing and shoving each other out of the way to get a better position near the front and to hear what all the mooing was about. Cows are easily entertained.
No cats or dogs on the farm. No more piggies, or chickens. All the tractors are gone, 'cept a little lawn tractor, but I got one of them so I didn't need to ride it.I would have liked to ride a pig, tho.
We had dinner one night at the "Chicken Shack" in Winchester, IN. Darn good broasted chicken. I think I am going to buy me one of them broasting machines when I get home. Used to operate one when I worked at the best job I ever had - at the chicken joint "Western Kitchens", formerly a Ladmo's Burger place on 7th Ave, north of Indian School. Buy 10 hamburgers and get a gallon of rootbeer free was his gimmick.
Anyway, we had a great time visiting with aunt Harriette and the cows. We all miss Uncle Bob who passed away 3 years ago, tho. He was quite the character. Farmer, accountant, bus driver, friend, neighbor, uncle, husband and dad. What a great sense of comedy he had and always had a laugh waiting to erupt.
Moving down the road, we next stopped in Michigan to visit Gayle, (the mom of Mark Dryer), and Bo, her husband. For those unfamiliar, Mark was a DPS Reserve Sgt. killed in the line of duty more than a decade ago. She and Bo live across the street from a Lake, where Bo was born and raised on a farm. We had a great time with them, going out for breakfast, lunch or dinner, or staying in and fixing meals in the house or coach. We toured the area, meeting friends, and once visited "Anderson and Girls" farm market where we ate apple donuts, blueberry donuts and apple donuts again because they were so good. Washed them down with apple cidie. It was wonderful to visit with the two of them. Bo liked to say he wouldn't trade Gayle for a billy goat. How charming and loving is that? I got to come up with some snappy saying to use when someone asks me how Corinne is doing. I know she would be flattered if I can just think up a really good one. Too bad the billy goat one is taken.
Moving on, we next went to Illinosebleed, to a place called Merseilles or something. Its along I80 about half way across the state for those of you keeping track at home. We stayed at another nice state campground named Illini State Park. $15 bucks a day, right on the river, although we weren't on the river actually. Pretty quiet except when they guy driving the muscle car came into the park and revved up his 6 million horsepower engine for everyone to hear. It was like being at NASCAR and having someone start up their race car right next to your campspot at 6 in the morning..hey wait, that actually happened to us. Anyway, it was a black GTO or something and made lots of noise for the entertainment of everyone in the surrounding 4 counties.
For those who care, I called Rick Shoe last weekend to see if he and Joyce were available to meet with us. Unfortunately, they had a wedding to attend in Milwaukee on Saturday, traveling there on Friday and home on Sunday. We may still get together if time permits. He is doing well, plans to retire in 2 years, all the kids are out of the house, graduated from college and have jobs. Julie is married to an animal doctor. Joyce is working fulltime, too. Will update more if we see each other. We are only about 60 - 100 miles apart right now.
By the way, we are nearing the 12,000 mile mark on our journey. Neither has killed or maimed the other, although I'm sure someone (and I mean Corinne) must have thought about doing me in a couple of times because she just can't stand having so much fun. Speaking of that, we celebrated our 22 year wedding anniversary on the 13th of October. Wow, 22 years with the same woman. 22 long years with the same stinkin' man. Corinne is just as beautiful as the day we got hitched and we took off for wonderfulland. Thanks, you're the BESTEST! (Well, thanks for saying so, Corinne!)
As I wrote above, we are near Clinton, IA on the river. We have been spending time at the historical museum and found some pretty good stuff, including photographs of one of her great, great, great, maybe even more greats, grandfather and grandmother. Corinne is pretty excited about this. Its like winning the lottery, although I can only make that assumption not actually having won a lottery. Its a dream come true, much like being married to me. (at least that's what I've been told, not actually having been married to myself.) Corinne had imagined the photo would show her g,g,g,g,etc. grandpa with a long beard. Not. He is clean shaven. And handsome with white hair. Unlike me, with flesh colored hair and a black and white beard and a little ponytail-thing going on behind me.
Corinne doesn't like me sporting a beard, so I don't get many kisses from her. I do get some discouraging looks when I try to fancy my beard up by teasing it, parting in in the middle of my chin, twisting the ends. I'm just trying to make myself more attractive to her, kind of like what the male birds do when they are courting the fine female feathered fowl. I think she is a-scaried some other hottie is going to try and steal me away by promising me an "all you want" everyday kiss-buffet.
Doing laundry the other night in Fulton, Illinope, we meet some crazy lady named Marge who wanted to know if I was the guy she met at the laurdromat before. I told her no, this was my first time in this burg and first time in this laundromat. She was missing her bottom front teeth, talked a mile a minute, had been to AZ in the summertime driving with only her brassier on, and her ex-husband had shot and killed someone in Apache Junction (justifiable according to her). She said it is too hot in AZ for her. I told her they couldn't make it hot enough for me and I usually ended up wearing a jacket most of the time. As I said, she was a bubble off level (or center, if looking left to right) which just made it easier for me to communicate with her. We talked about all kinds of stuff and I gave her all kinds of crap. She sometimes caught on but it was good fun for both of us. We ended up going to dinner with her and buying at the Paddlewheel Pizza place where we had tacos for dinner.
She filled Corinne in on the details of a couple of shootings (killings) her ex-husband was allegedly involved in when they had a tavern in Chicago 40+ years ago. We will have to do some snooping when we get back to Phoenix. Marge forgot she told me her name when I first met her, so when she was leaving the laundromat, I said "goodbye Marge." That freaked her out because she didn't know how I knew her name. I thought briefly about making up something but I was good and just told her the truth. Man, I could of really had some fun with that.
Bob-servations:
Went to a couple of cemeteries today and found some interesting headstones....
There is a lot of Anguish buried in one cemetery. It is a result of death? The thought of being buried? Where they are buried? Another stone listed the name as "Goer." They may have been a Goer before dying, but they are now a goner. Two other graves had markers side by side which listed the last names of the occupants as: Yahum and Yohum. Hmmmm.
At a Ford dealership I visited along the way, I read the available accessories wish-book. In it I found the following info referring to power mirrors: Power mirrors are for vehicles with power mirrors only. Well, no duh!
Along the roadways, I have read signs with the following message written on them: "Lots for sale." Lots of what? I ought to copy down the phone number listed and inquire what it is they have "lots of" for sale. Maybe Corinne doesn't have any and could use some.
Saw a restuarant in Thomson, IL which is located just outside of the Thomson Correctional Facility. The name of the restaurant is: "Work Release Restaurant." Now there's someplace I don't wanna eat, specially if the cook is a resident-worker, know what I mean?
Saw a Catholic Church near Galena, Il whose name is" "The Catholic Church of St. John the Baptist. Can you do that? Is that allowed? Name a church using another religion in the title? How does that work? Catholics dance and drink. Baptists don't, last time I checked. What about BINGO? Corinne saw an "Episcopal Methodist" congregation. What the heck is going on? I thought the US Constitution guaranteed the separation of Church and states it right in the wording.
Moving on...Found a road in Michigan named "Coe Road." Don't see no "Bob Road" or "Bob Blvd"; "Bob Byway"; Bob Business Route"; or "Bob-a-loop". Must have something against Bobs. I did see a "Bobo Cafe" but didn't get a picture. You can ask Corinne and she will back me up on this.
Hey, a big shout out to Courtney (Corinne and Maurine's daddy)for his 79th birthday on the 10th. Also, to Brandon and the little lady for their 2nd wedding anniversary. Oh, and not to forget, Bobo turned a big 53 on the 3rd. Many a trucking company are honoring Bobo's birthday by putting a big "53" on their larger trailers. Usually, the numbers are up near the front of the trailer on the sides. Sometimes on the back of the trailer, too. Check it out. When you see one, honk at the driver and wave (use all your fingers - please) so they will know you know Bobo, too. Thanks to my truckin' good-buddies! (Miss Lynda, thanks for remembering my b-day and sending an email card.)
Ate at Poopy's Tattoos restaurant in Savana, IL. Outside the doors, for a sitting area, they had what I refer to as "Weiner Pigs." They are concrete-casts of pigs that are elongated and flattened on the top for a sitting area. One of the weiner pigs had a Corona beer next to it. I hate drunk weiner pigs, don't you?
I will finish with quote I found when we were in Utah, but I lost until just recently when I found it at a library in Michigan. The quote is by Mr. Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894) and reads:
"For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."
My sentiments exactly!
Bobo
Good morning from the banks of the mighty "Mississip" as I call it.Due to a computer crash, we have been out of service for awhile. Had to procure a new computer. But, like a bad penny, we're back!
Okay, its now Monday afternoon, we are in Galena, Il, the end of the stageline when stage coaches came this way. Also, home of US Grant before and after the Civil War. And, 8 other Civil War Generals from the winning side.
Corinne found my little red notebook which was mysteriously misplaced a couple of states or weeks back. She found it under the driver's seat in the big rig when we were washing and cleaning it before the big rain. (her idea to wash it when the rain was imminent.) So, I have to catch up on some of the stuff I forgot about. Let's see....
We saw a sign near the Racoon State Park campground outside of Piggsburgh that read: "Got Far Wood." That's a good thing, nobody wants to have a campfire or bonfire using "Near Wood" which would most likely be synthetic wood, not real wood, but as near to being wood as wood would be. Now, wasn't that worth waiting all this time for us to find the little red notebook? I thinks so.
Bob-servations...
Saw a roadsign advertising a business which read: "Krapohl's Auto," followed by another sign reading "Poopiecredit.com." Sounds like someplace I would like to buy a car and get my credit from.
Continuing on, we had lunch today in Savana, Illinoise at a place called "Poopy's Pub N Grub." The food was certainly Cheaper than S#*t, as advertised.
Then, heading into Galena, Illinose, we saw a business named "Poopsie's."
I am starting to get a whiff, so to speak, of how to best name for a thriving business. Give it a name having to do with excrement.
Read a sign for a business called "Ann's Snoop Sister's Inn" as we entered into Galena. What the heck is that all about? Snoop Sister's??
We stopped at a scenic overlook that had a tower (like the forest service uses to watch for forest fires). The sign at the entrance to the tower's parking lot read: "Trucks more than 8 tons prohibited in scenic tower." Well, duh. I guess someone must have tried to drive their 9 ton truck up the ladder into the scenic tower. How dumb can some people be. Anyone could plainly see the steps would not support that much weight.
Had to take a break in the action. Its now Tuesday night and we are back at the coach. We are staying in an Illinosey state park named Thomsom Causeway. It is about 9 miles northeast of Clinton, IA if that helps anyone. Its a very, and I stress very nice park with paved pads for RV's and vehicles. Level, too. We are camped about 100 feet to the east of the Mighty Mississippi River and have a great view of it when we go outside. Cost? Glad you asked. $18/day. Includes water and electric. Also showers if we want to take one. But, its been so great these past 100 days without having to get cleaned up to go to work or something, "why start now" is what our saying is every morning. Just kidding...we say that at night.
Lets see...where have we been? Seems to me my last blog was when we were in Piddleburgh, PA. We moved westward, yes, we are headed toward home, to Aunt Harriette's farm in Indiana. We parked the big rig and coach on the farm right next to the cattle pens. Don't worry, there were only 23 cows in the pen but lots more flys. Country fresh air is what Moe always sez. She would have liked this "fresh" air. I liked it, but then again, I worked in Bugeye, AZ for 5 years and got accustomed to odd smells, mostly. There are still some odors that make me gag, but...
I made friends with the cows, particularly a brown Swiss with big doey eyes. She just looked at me lovingly and all I wanted to do was make a hamburger or steak (Swiss steak, naturally) out of her. I told A. H. I put the brown Swiss into the cattle hauler (as she jokingly called our coach) when we were leaving and was taking it with us. She said ok.
The funnest part about the cows was the conversations I had with them. I would say "moo" and they all came over to the fence to listen to what I had to moo about. They kept pushing and shoving each other out of the way to get a better position near the front and to hear what all the mooing was about. Cows are easily entertained.
No cats or dogs on the farm. No more piggies, or chickens. All the tractors are gone, 'cept a little lawn tractor, but I got one of them so I didn't need to ride it.I would have liked to ride a pig, tho.
We had dinner one night at the "Chicken Shack" in Winchester, IN. Darn good broasted chicken. I think I am going to buy me one of them broasting machines when I get home. Used to operate one when I worked at the best job I ever had - at the chicken joint "Western Kitchens", formerly a Ladmo's Burger place on 7th Ave, north of Indian School. Buy 10 hamburgers and get a gallon of rootbeer free was his gimmick.
Anyway, we had a great time visiting with aunt Harriette and the cows. We all miss Uncle Bob who passed away 3 years ago, tho. He was quite the character. Farmer, accountant, bus driver, friend, neighbor, uncle, husband and dad. What a great sense of comedy he had and always had a laugh waiting to erupt.
Moving down the road, we next stopped in Michigan to visit Gayle, (the mom of Mark Dryer), and Bo, her husband. For those unfamiliar, Mark was a DPS Reserve Sgt. killed in the line of duty more than a decade ago. She and Bo live across the street from a Lake, where Bo was born and raised on a farm. We had a great time with them, going out for breakfast, lunch or dinner, or staying in and fixing meals in the house or coach. We toured the area, meeting friends, and once visited "Anderson and Girls" farm market where we ate apple donuts, blueberry donuts and apple donuts again because they were so good. Washed them down with apple cidie. It was wonderful to visit with the two of them. Bo liked to say he wouldn't trade Gayle for a billy goat. How charming and loving is that? I got to come up with some snappy saying to use when someone asks me how Corinne is doing. I know she would be flattered if I can just think up a really good one. Too bad the billy goat one is taken.
Moving on, we next went to Illinosebleed, to a place called Merseilles or something. Its along I80 about half way across the state for those of you keeping track at home. We stayed at another nice state campground named Illini State Park. $15 bucks a day, right on the river, although we weren't on the river actually. Pretty quiet except when they guy driving the muscle car came into the park and revved up his 6 million horsepower engine for everyone to hear. It was like being at NASCAR and having someone start up their race car right next to your campspot at 6 in the morning..hey wait, that actually happened to us. Anyway, it was a black GTO or something and made lots of noise for the entertainment of everyone in the surrounding 4 counties.
For those who care, I called Rick Shoe last weekend to see if he and Joyce were available to meet with us. Unfortunately, they had a wedding to attend in Milwaukee on Saturday, traveling there on Friday and home on Sunday. We may still get together if time permits. He is doing well, plans to retire in 2 years, all the kids are out of the house, graduated from college and have jobs. Julie is married to an animal doctor. Joyce is working fulltime, too. Will update more if we see each other. We are only about 60 - 100 miles apart right now.
By the way, we are nearing the 12,000 mile mark on our journey. Neither has killed or maimed the other, although I'm sure someone (and I mean Corinne) must have thought about doing me in a couple of times because she just can't stand having so much fun. Speaking of that, we celebrated our 22 year wedding anniversary on the 13th of October. Wow, 22 years with the same woman. 22 long years with the same stinkin' man. Corinne is just as beautiful as the day we got hitched and we took off for wonderfulland. Thanks, you're the BESTEST! (Well, thanks for saying so, Corinne!)
As I wrote above, we are near Clinton, IA on the river. We have been spending time at the historical museum and found some pretty good stuff, including photographs of one of her great, great, great, maybe even more greats, grandfather and grandmother. Corinne is pretty excited about this. Its like winning the lottery, although I can only make that assumption not actually having won a lottery. Its a dream come true, much like being married to me. (at least that's what I've been told, not actually having been married to myself.) Corinne had imagined the photo would show her g,g,g,g,etc. grandpa with a long beard. Not. He is clean shaven. And handsome with white hair. Unlike me, with flesh colored hair and a black and white beard and a little ponytail-thing going on behind me.
Corinne doesn't like me sporting a beard, so I don't get many kisses from her. I do get some discouraging looks when I try to fancy my beard up by teasing it, parting in in the middle of my chin, twisting the ends. I'm just trying to make myself more attractive to her, kind of like what the male birds do when they are courting the fine female feathered fowl. I think she is a-scaried some other hottie is going to try and steal me away by promising me an "all you want" everyday kiss-buffet.
Doing laundry the other night in Fulton, Illinope, we meet some crazy lady named Marge who wanted to know if I was the guy she met at the laurdromat before. I told her no, this was my first time in this burg and first time in this laundromat. She was missing her bottom front teeth, talked a mile a minute, had been to AZ in the summertime driving with only her brassier on, and her ex-husband had shot and killed someone in Apache Junction (justifiable according to her). She said it is too hot in AZ for her. I told her they couldn't make it hot enough for me and I usually ended up wearing a jacket most of the time. As I said, she was a bubble off level (or center, if looking left to right) which just made it easier for me to communicate with her. We talked about all kinds of stuff and I gave her all kinds of crap. She sometimes caught on but it was good fun for both of us. We ended up going to dinner with her and buying at the Paddlewheel Pizza place where we had tacos for dinner.
She filled Corinne in on the details of a couple of shootings (killings) her ex-husband was allegedly involved in when they had a tavern in Chicago 40+ years ago. We will have to do some snooping when we get back to Phoenix. Marge forgot she told me her name when I first met her, so when she was leaving the laundromat, I said "goodbye Marge." That freaked her out because she didn't know how I knew her name. I thought briefly about making up something but I was good and just told her the truth. Man, I could of really had some fun with that.
Bob-servations:
Went to a couple of cemeteries today and found some interesting headstones....
There is a lot of Anguish buried in one cemetery. It is a result of death? The thought of being buried? Where they are buried? Another stone listed the name as "Goer." They may have been a Goer before dying, but they are now a goner. Two other graves had markers side by side which listed the last names of the occupants as: Yahum and Yohum. Hmmmm.
At a Ford dealership I visited along the way, I read the available accessories wish-book. In it I found the following info referring to power mirrors: Power mirrors are for vehicles with power mirrors only. Well, no duh!
Along the roadways, I have read signs with the following message written on them: "Lots for sale." Lots of what? I ought to copy down the phone number listed and inquire what it is they have "lots of" for sale. Maybe Corinne doesn't have any and could use some.
Saw a restuarant in Thomson, IL which is located just outside of the Thomson Correctional Facility. The name of the restaurant is: "Work Release Restaurant." Now there's someplace I don't wanna eat, specially if the cook is a resident-worker, know what I mean?
Saw a Catholic Church near Galena, Il whose name is" "The Catholic Church of St. John the Baptist. Can you do that? Is that allowed? Name a church using another religion in the title? How does that work? Catholics dance and drink. Baptists don't, last time I checked. What about BINGO? Corinne saw an "Episcopal Methodist" congregation. What the heck is going on? I thought the US Constitution guaranteed the separation of Church and states it right in the wording.
Moving on...Found a road in Michigan named "Coe Road." Don't see no "Bob Road" or "Bob Blvd"; "Bob Byway"; Bob Business Route"; or "Bob-a-loop". Must have something against Bobs. I did see a "Bobo Cafe" but didn't get a picture. You can ask Corinne and she will back me up on this.
Hey, a big shout out to Courtney (Corinne and Maurine's daddy)for his 79th birthday on the 10th. Also, to Brandon and the little lady for their 2nd wedding anniversary. Oh, and not to forget, Bobo turned a big 53 on the 3rd. Many a trucking company are honoring Bobo's birthday by putting a big "53" on their larger trailers. Usually, the numbers are up near the front of the trailer on the sides. Sometimes on the back of the trailer, too. Check it out. When you see one, honk at the driver and wave (use all your fingers - please) so they will know you know Bobo, too. Thanks to my truckin' good-buddies! (Miss Lynda, thanks for remembering my b-day and sending an email card.)
Ate at Poopy's Tattoos restaurant in Savana, IL. Outside the doors, for a sitting area, they had what I refer to as "Weiner Pigs." They are concrete-casts of pigs that are elongated and flattened on the top for a sitting area. One of the weiner pigs had a Corona beer next to it. I hate drunk weiner pigs, don't you?
I will finish with quote I found when we were in Utah, but I lost until just recently when I found it at a library in Michigan. The quote is by Mr. Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 - 1894) and reads:
"For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move."
My sentiments exactly!
Bobo
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