Thanks for reading this Blog

I just noticed this blog has been viewed about 126,000 times since being on Blogger.  I know you guys could be doing something more important, it takes a little time an effort to come here. So Thanks.

We started this Blog to keep the family informed as to our whereabouts, when we took a trip across country with my best friend and brother in law Sonny and his wife, Sherry’s sister, Collette.

From a train ride in the NC mountains.

Sonny and Colette were great travelers,  we spent more time on the road with them than any family members. Of course we have traveled with several couples and enjoyed them all.  One of our traveling partners was my sister Kat (whose real name was Mary K. but no one told me) and her husband Dick.  Dick died at a camp site on the Blue Ridge parkway, doing what he loved, camping at a State park with no hook ups.

But the trip we remember most was with Sonny and Colette when we started this Journal, called the ShipsLog on AOL.

We stopped by the Arch in St. Louis, no one thought Colette would go up in it, but she did.

The actual site of the little house on the Prairie and the last house that Pa built.

We enjoyed the Corn Palace, a wonder to  Sonny and I! (the theme is changed every year 2004 was Lewis and Clark)

Colette enjoyed the passenger seat, Sherry Drove.

Sonny Drove and I took pictures, this one in the Bad lands.

At Wall Drug, we all busted the same bronc!

Sonny and I at Wild Bill Hickok's grave in Deadwood. Sonny at the Devil’s Tower.

Sonny seldom took a picture, but this one he wanted of Prairie dogs, he, being a follower of Westerns in which Prairie dogs played a big part.

Crazy Horse and Mt. Rushmore.

I could go on, but this all came about, because I saw Sonny’s Prairie dog photo come up on the screen saver. We went on to Valentine, Nebraska. Platte River and Buffalo Bill’s Scout’s Rest.  On down to Dodge City then back by the Bombing site in OK City.

Sherry misses her sisters, and I will miss Sonny forever. He was a Democrat I was a Republican/Independent. I drank a little, he was Methodist and never touched the stuff. He was pro Union not me. But he knew what a spark plug was. He worked extra hours to support his family. He had pushed cars off to start them. Ahh we had too much in common to worry about the minor differences of Politics, Unions and Religion. We were Buddies.

Nite Shipslog

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Experience is the thing you have left
when everything else is gone.

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Ain’t that 1924 Bentley Pretty!