While we were in Vian, I noticed thru Facebook that friends Rhonda and Randy Dietz were home and in-country. Home being Bella Vista, Arkansas…just a 2 hour drive from Vian. Long before our swing thru Vian we had communicated about swinging by for a visit, but we were under the impression that they were
Month: April 2018
Vian, Oklahoma (Yes, indeed, You CAN go back!)
Just kidding, of course. Dear friends Lynn and David Gray (also former members of Town Club – where I have stepped on Lynn’s toes at more than once dance…) live on a beautiful (if somewhat remote) ranch. Even if Vian didn’t sit virtually in the middle of the USA both north-and-south AND east-and-west (so,
Spicewood Hospitality and Hydraulics
After the rally, we moved a mere 20 miles down the road to visit friends Charlie and Carol Mitchell at their home in Spicewood. They live on 2 acres on a hill. In fact the next hill from where Willie Nelson bases himself when not “on the road again.” We met the Mitchells and their
West Texas SHOULD be a Very short Blog Post
Even though it is LARGE and LONG, there is very little (“[no]Thing!”) to speak of in West Texas. Problem is, we have this rule about driving 4 hours a day only… So we had to make at least a couple of stops before reaching our Rally Point near Austin. The first stop was
Our Lifestyle is a Mystery to Most…
verb: rant; 3rd person present: rants; past tense: ranted; past participle: ranted; gerund or present participle: ranting; speak or shout at length in a wild, impassioned way. “he was still ranting on about the unfairness of it all” synonyms: fulminate, go on, hold forth, vociferate, sound off, spout, pontificate, bluster, declaim; I guess this
Tucson: An Over- (and Under-) Whelming Blue Dot!
When we passed thru Tucson last winter (January) we spent only a couple days. We had the distinct feeling that we were not there at the best time…it RAINED every day. Not the best circumstance to appreciate the desert! So this time we chose to spend almost a week, and had a full list of
Near-Death Experience
Disaster nearly struck as we were entering the outskirts of Phoenix. Driving along a major 3-lane road; not a highway (stoplights) but a major thoroughfare. At one intersection, the driver of a small car in front of me decided he needed to STOP for the just-yellow light. Seriously, just yellow. You (that is the global