He asked, "Do you regret the life you have chosen?"

For the life of me I cannot get another book underway. Here there are too many distractions. On Monday mornings, here in Belmont, we drop by Hardees for awhile. Well, we go in around nine and stay until they start serving lunch. Jim and Dean (Of the ‘Loose Ends Band’) are usually there. Jim is a great guy. He is the one who told me his last CD was a million seller, ‘Well at least I think I have a million in the cellar!” He said.

The old folks talk and tell stories etc.It is a good group of course. I had quit going because I really don’t hear much of what is going on, but then Don & Evelyn come home from Florida so naturally I go.

Vernon Gomez Harris (Sherry’s brother) comes in around nine fifteen. Vernon is a self appointed ambassador to the old folk. He is an entertainer for any kids who happen to stop by. He has toys, yo-yo’s, tops, puzzles and candy. Sherry, Don & Evelyn were in school with many of the folks. I attended Belmont High for a year and a half. I quit, joining the Corps. Of course most all there, have stories to tell.

Not everyone is from Belmont. One guy ‘Bill’ whose dad was W.C Fields is quite the character. He is 90+ and a veteran of WWII and a charter member of the last-man club. Several folk know me from my building days, not from the couple years I lived here in the 50’s. Every once in awhile I see someone I built for, one couple who is there I completely remodeled their home inside and out.

A childhood friend and school mate of Sherry’s, Ed, is usually there. Ed has lost his wife and has just completed Chemo himself. He leaned over to make sure we heard him. “Have you guys ever regretted leaving and living the life-style you do?”


Together we said, “NO!”

Life for us is different of course, but we are not right there to try to fix everything and stick our noses into places where we cannot rightly do any good. Thus my entry of a couple days back about the serenity prayer. If I am here is it hard to distinguish between the things I can and cannot change, I cannot use the wisdom to know the difference.

So, it is off to follow the yellow line just as soon as possible. That is not until mid July when Josh and Brit tie the knot. I hope the knot is as tight as Sherry & mine, and never comes loose.

This is the life we love, ON THE ROAD

This is a back road of Tennessee. Lovely ride.

Here is my girl just outside her home, presently parked behind our son Mark's house.

Thanks for reading this stuff.



Nite Shipslog






PS:


Money isn't made out of paper, it's made out of cotton.

I have noticed when ‘dem cotton balls git rotten you can’t pick very much cotton in dem………