Our Saturdays

We are simple folk and it doesn’t take much to entertain us.  Saturdays has been for a long time, YARD SALE time.  We go out for breakfast (usually fast food, shoulda done that today but did not, we ate at Paula’s diner, usually good, today not so hot) then look for yard sale signs.

Living in a motor home we cannot buy much and that is good, but we do shop. We need a door mat and some good books for the motor home, so Saturdays are the time to look. I picked up five good books at 50 cents each. I also found a graph tablet for 25 cents. Sherry did not find a thing.

Once in Pennsylvania a lady looked at the Florida tag on the car and said, ‘You travel a long way for yard sales, don’t you?’

The most excitement and danger was in a small town in West Virginia. We parked and started walking into the yard. out of the corner of my eye I saw a car jump a six foot wall (off a road above) and head just past us, hitting two women who were jumping out of the way going on and hit both yard sale tables the a tree in the yard. In the car was a dazed looking lady and a little girl who was crying. In the paper the next day we read that the lady had had a seizure, it was not intentional. It sure messed up a lot of things. The ladies had broken ankles one dived to the left the other to the right and the car ran over their feet.

We have went ‘yard sale’ in in about every state. I think I like the North East best.

Today we talked about the folks we have traveled with, but now they are gone: Our best long term traveling buddies were my sister Kat and her husband Dick:

Un believable I cannot find a picture of them!

Then Sonny & Colette, Sherry’s sister and her husband:

Here we are at the Corn Palace, we had just came from Desmit (The little town on the Prairie) and were headed into the Bad lands.

I don’t know how many thousands of miles we ran together but every mile was a privilege. Colette was such a sweet person and Sonny was my buddy. He and I were just alike, agreed on everything (except religion, politics and unions, LOL).  We both loved Louis Lamoure, though.

He loved sweet tea, he never did get used to the fact that places other than home served unsweetened tea. Sonny would do me favors and I him, we were family.

Being Cowboys at heart, he and I loved the Western towns.  We visited San Antonio and Dodge City. Our first trip across the USA was with them and we towed a pop-up camper. HAD A BALL! Here is Sonny at the Devil’s tower.

Colette in the passenger’s seat:

With Sherry driving, Sonny drove some but NOT Colette.

Sonny & Colette at Mt. Rushmore:

And here they are with Sherry on Buffalo Bill’s front porch at the Scout’s Rest in North Platte, NB

We lost Colette that year, she was VERY sick on that trip and we did not know it. Cancer is such a mean thing. Recently we lost Sonny. You don’t forget a buddy.

Thanks for coming by, I just had these folks on my mind.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

If you have a friend, cherish them.