The Queen and I made a six day trip over Thanksgiving to Kansas then Iowa and home to Dublin. In the old days on my sales job I drove 75.000 miles a year and didn't give it a thought. Actually, I relished the opportunity to anticipate new adventures.
These days I'd be reluctant to get in my car and drive the 15 feet to our toilet. We're still recovering. The last day was an eleven hour shot from Ames, Iowa. You'll be happy to know Charlie performed magnificently. Not once did he yip or yap and he didn't doo doo in our motel rooms.
When taking a trip there's always an incident or two that creates a memory. I had one at a rest stop west of Plainfield, Indiana on I-70 going west. Actually, there was a serious problem and I'm going to have to put the blame on God. If He had made man so that he didn't have to urinate I wouldn't have a broken heart. Sometime between the time I got out of my vehicle and washed my hands in the rest center I lost the wedding ring that had been on my finger for 51 years and 11 months. It's a mystery where that bobble is but that's life. I hope it finds a good home--------or pawn shop.
As is usual there's much nonsense going on in this once great nation but I'm too flummoxed to make a comment. I need a sense of humor transplant so this will be the task for the rest of the week.
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