Though I ended up stopping at Loves more often than Pilot/Flying J
I found the food at these major truck stops cheaper and better* than what's found at McDonald's et al ... though Runza's through Nebraska are worth a stop.
*though there's still plenty of junk food available as well
Continue reading →Haven't noticed this much construction on the Interstates since they were being built in the mid-70s.
Did my thing, saw some people I see only once a year, then headed back to civilization ...
"Can you hear me now?"
Why no ... no I can't.
But then I finished my trip, came home, and fired up the computer ...
Back in the saddle again ...
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I was back near the land of my birth one time, visiting places I had once played in. This land had been the grounds of a hunting lodge when there were far fewer people and far more open country than now. The hunting lodge faded away sometime when I wasn't paying attention and was taken over as a metropolitan park. Hiking/biking trails now wind through the woods and along the lake where I had once enjoyed skinny-dipping with certain friends.
Can't do that now ...
And I must have been immune to the mosquitos back then ... or they're newcomers.
So I was wandering around the paths - observing remnants of fences that I had once crossed over (the lodge grounds were private), mostly cut-off pieces now grown into what were once saplings, now mature oaks and maples..
These girls came up over the hill and stopped when they saw me coming the other way. We talked a bit, I took this photo, and we went on our ways ... I'm sure I was gone from their minds by the time they got to the bottom of the hill; myself at least thinking of the time when I'd have been of an age to want to get to know them in a completely different manner than I feel now.
Continue reading →A sample of some obscure – and some maybe not obscure – tunes from my strange and off-the-wall collection.
Today’s selection: Dale Ann Bradley East Kentucky Morning 1997
It's where I am if all goes to plan.
East Kentucky Morning is Dale Ann Bradley's first hit. She's been awarded the Female Bluegrass Vocalist six times. Born in Bell County in the SE corner of Kentucky (Cumberland Gap region) as the daughter of a coal-miner Baptist minister. The album of the same name was released in 1997.
circa 1905
Located in NE Kentucky, this post office was located "way up a holler" and was served weekly by horseback. The old road crossed the now-unsafe bridge in the foreground and passed through the (new) gate in the distance. The old style boxes still hang on the wall behind the counter.
When standing there, it is not hard to imagine the folks of the area coming in to collect their mail on Saturday; perhaps a couple of old-timers playing checkers on the porch. This office was closed down sometime in the 1930s.
Sometimes. When I feel like it. When I'm not doing something else.
I've had a few of you contact me by email requesting more info about myself. I don't really want my background to influence what you all think or comment about these posts but I did recently find these images which aren't too far off.
Make of them what you will - I wish my work environment was closer to this.
Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead died on this day in 1995.
How can the mid-90s have been 30 years ago???
aka "peccary"
These fellows usually travel in small packs of 5-10 but this fellow was by himself. This guy was exploring a friend's backyard - probably looking for the trash cans - down in Green Valley Arizona south of Tucson.
A pig version of a raccoon in habits, I hear they make good eating but I've never tried; never had the desire to try raccoon either.
Continue reading →Off to visit exotic foreign lands; I'll be off-line until sometime next week.
Adventures to see; places to endure. And miles to go before I sleep.
I've racked and stacked inspirational pictures for the next week or so; chat amongst yourselves and try to keep the place neat and clean.
Food in the fridge, clean sheets on the bed - make yourselves at home.
Don't let the cats out ...
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