Driving and Travel, PEOPLE!

 

Funny this, this is the closest we came to the Eifel Tower. Honestly, I was afraid I could not find the car if we left it. They park crazy in Paris.... 

For today:

I have mentioned my Sherry was born and raised in the same town. I was not.  Her life was normal back in the times of our youth. A change started in the mid-fifties when many folks who were working for $.75 to $1.50 at labor and mill work down south. Folks moved to Detroit to work in a booming Auto Industry, for $3.50 to $4 an hour. Boys my age joined the military or went to Detroit.

Jobs were created in differing areas paying higher wages, folks started moving. Today many children, like ours, fit my pattern of attending several schools in their young life.

Sherry took to moving well and has enjoyed traveling. Once we went to drivable RV’s, we alternated driving. Presently she VERY seldom fills in driving and never in the city.

I have never tried to total the miles we have traveled, but it has been a bunch. On the road full time for over 20 years. We have met some wonderful people. I know we must have met some, not so great, but right now I cannot think of one. To speak from my heart, we are so proud of the folks we have met and known.  Even strangers have been so nice and helpful.

Funny that, I was in London and on my own, stepped into one of the double decker busses, I just had to ride one. I had no idea how or how much to pay, or how to know where the bus was going.  The bus driver was great and so was the passengers. At that time, I was a sailor.

I rode for many miles just sightseeing. Finally, I asked how to get back to Piccadilly Circus**. I also took my first train rides, to and from Spit Head, where we were anchored.

This is a castle in Germany, I am leaning against the inside wall.  Surprised how big the inside is. The wall is high. This is the courtyard.

Once on a crazy trip to Germany we rented a car and drove around some connecting Countries for a week. In a small village in France, I could not shop for anything with my 1 yr of French, the store owner was very nice but perplexed. A sweet lady walked up and asked, “Would you like for me to help? I lived in London for a few years.”  She was such a sweet lifesaver. There are good, nice, honest people in this world.

When I hear we are headed to hell in a hand basket by naysayers, I think of our own grand kids. ALL of them have a great work ethic. Their generation will handle things well. WE are gonna be Okay. Until HE says different. 

Most folks I have met believe and follow fairly close in their thinking to the GREAT TEN COMMANDMENTS. Which, by the way are common sense….

 

Nite Shipslog

PS  ** Piccadilly Circus - Wikipedia

Piccadilly Circus is a road junction and public space of London's West End in the City of Westminster. It was built in 1819 to connect Regent Street with Piccadilly. In this context, a circus, from the Latin word meaning "circle", is a round open space at a street junction. 

 

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