It was 1979. Barb and I bought a new GL-1000 Gold Wing. My wife, our daughter, a friend and his 1978 Gold Wing and we rode those machines like we’d stole them–6600 miles in two weeks with two up.
Then we went east across the southwest, then north before we reached Denver and followed US 50 westbound. Upon reaching Monarch Pass we paused for a photo.
Then we continued west to Interstate 80, crossed Donner Pass and visited Rough and Ready, California where Barb and I lived our first year of marriage — 1962 — and where Evie was born.
Our final morning, Sunday, we mounted up and traveled 850 miles, two up, because we had to be at work the following morning.
The temperature was 117 the afternoon that we reached Las Vegas.
Not far from where I live there are three trees that begin changing as Autumn progresses. The right hand side of the photo is north. and as you can see the northern most tree has changed more rapidly.
Mother Nature offers many things for us to enjoy, but we just pause in a timely manner or we will have missed the show until next year.
I think it was 2007 when we met at Lackland AFB, Texas. This B-25 was on display at the parade grounds. Behind it are the troops. An E-9 was retiring after many years as the Air Training Command NCOIC and a parade was in order.
Of course, anyone who has ever experienced time when it gets in the way of tradition knows how long it takes for the military to get something done. We froze our butts off in the reviewing stands while someone marched down there and brought those people forward, then took them back across the parade ground, parked them at parade rest and then marched back.
Sophia, our number two, on Christmas morning, 1972.
Last year a neighbor lady was watching her great grandson ride his skateboard, and failed move quickly enough. He crashed into her and broke left foot was broken. Weeks later, while waiting in her doctor’s off for the cast to be removed, a man across the waiting room struck up a conversation with her.
“How did you break your foot?” He finally asked.
“It was a skateboard accident,” she answered.
He pondered for a bit, then said: “You’re a bit old for skateboarding, aren’t you?”
She smiled. It didn’t clarify her statement.
Tina, one of our twin daughters, is preparing for an early Halloween party.
When they were youngsters at home people began doing dangerous things to the candy handed out — razor blades and such. To counter that situation, Barb began throwing Halloween parties at home. It gave the kids a chance to decorate and invite friends. It was phenomenal.
However, when they became high school students she gave them the choice of dropping the parties. But they objected to that and began managing them on their own and inviting younger children in the neighborhood.
That began thirty years ago and the tradition continues on today
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