Yeah, I slept until noon.
I got home last night, got to bed at a decent time, but my body yelled at me every time I tried to get up. So I slept.
I’m three cups into the afternoon and remembering last night from Wichita home. I won’t say the last leg was EXACTLY like the final riding scene in True Grit, I didn’t have to shoot the pony, but by the time I pulled into my driveway she was grunting, squeaking, and rattling in ways I haven’t heard all week.
Looking out the window, I think she’s still sleeping, too.
There were a few songs resonating with me as I rode along: Six Days on the Road, Homeward Bound, and, totally unlike the others, I’m Going Home, from Rocky Horror ( https://youtu.be/L1Xn-DWHuuM ).
Now whoever surprised me with the theme from Knightrider and Magnum PI fess up! Raise your hand, please. When Knightrider came on I thought “What In the Sam Hill?” That’s not something that fits at all. Then I read the title and LOLed! I LOVED it. The EXACT same scene played out again last night when the theme from Magum PI came on. Classic!
Thanks to all who added tunes for me. The Route 66 by Glenn Frey addition brought a smile, too.
Here is my final odometer reading. Who’s been keeping score? I’m too foggy to do the math right now. If you can just comment with the total, I’d appreciate it.
I’ll have more yarns and pics after I settle in. But for now, the order of the day, is to go see my daughter and grandson.
I'm just a guy who finds the world an interesting place and likes to capture certain moments with a camera. They aren't for sale, or anything. I just like them. Well, usually. I've taken a lot of photos I don't like, as well.
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“Liberté” is how Josef described his life to me, distilling it down to a single word. As he said it a second time, he lifted his hands, palms up, toward the sky and faced the sun, smiling, “Liberté.”
I want to take a minute and RANT against National Health Care, or “socialized medicine.”
I find I lack a certain discipline on the road. The brunt, of which, is paid for by my digestive system...well, and my liver.
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