Travels

Help Me Decide

A Tale of Two RVs

As I inch closer to having the Insurance Company finally release the funds to get a replacement RV, it’s decision time. I decided to not order the same coach as I had last time. I am going with a different layout, where the main bathroom is in the front of the coach, the full width of the coach, plus it has a bathroom slide-out to make it even roomier. Yes, by the way, the “main” bathroom… ...

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Tar Troubles

China Bombs Ready To Explode

You may recall that last season, thanks to the roads in Lousyana, I picked up a nail in a tire on the trailer. The auto club came out and put on the spare. Four hours later, I was on my way. It was somewhat bittersweet as I felt I had gotten my money’s worth out of the auto club membership, however it put me way behind schedule and I was forced to tow in the dark ...

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Plus ça change…

..plus c’est la même chose.

 

Twenty-seven years ago today, March 2nd, 1992, was the reason for my very first visit to the Rio Grande Valley region of Texas. I had never heard of the Valley, and had  certainly never heard of Harlingen, Texas, somewhat surprised that the Delta Air Lines ticket agent had when I called to book my flight.

My parents were Winter Texans, traveling in their motor home and Workamping at Frontier Baptist Mission in La Feria, Texas, outside of ...

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What’s Been Did…

…And What’s Been Hid

 

Above: the fifth wheel in storage for the summer near Knoxville, Tn.

 

Did you miss me?

It’s been some time since I wrote a blog piece about my life and times, so, somewhat like the self-important Yearly Round-up that we sometimes receive in Christmas Cards about someone we barely know talking about people we’ve never heard of, here’s mine.

“The only thing constant… is change”, seems to be my raison d’etre, so, going back a while…

Once upon a time in ...

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Chunky, Mississippi

What’s In A Name

Once upon a time in a land far away called ‘When I Was Married’, I had a step-son named “Junior”. His name wasn’t actually “Junior” but to let it be known that his name was ‘Lee’ wouldn’t be fair to the precocious little imp if he were to stumble across this blog. No doubt the ne’er-do-well is now a lawyer or in jail – or both – but definitely a Democrat.

Junior was a nine-year-old heathen when I ...

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