Dear readers of this blog. For the next ten days or so I will be out of office. Out of pocket. Away from this blogmafacation. My wife, Sheba, and myself will be away on vacation. We will be gone to protect our grandkids from their abusive parents. How dare they expect our tender little grandiesContinue reading “won’t be gone for long.”
Road trip. Almost every summer our family made a road trip from Los Angeles all the way to Wilson, Oklahoma. Non-stop. Approximately 1500-miles. Usually during the month of August. The hottest month of the summer. August was the only time available for my dad’s vacation. He was low man on the seniority totem pole atContinue reading “Non-stop gas pee and go.”
Just so you won’t think I fell into a black hole and will never return, I am on holiday in the Land of Enchantment. Sometimes called New Mexico. My bluetooth keyboard and iPhone is too slow to compose anything of a serious magnatude. Just short dopey statements like this. So enjoy the blather break. Chuck.
Before there were Interstate Highways, before there were GPS directions, before there were seat belts, before there were cup holders, before there was car air conditioning, before there were McDonalds and Denny’s along with Motel Six, there were narrow two lane paved and sometimes gravel roads across the great desert southwest and southern New MexicoContinue reading “Are we there yet?”
August was the month our family traveled from Southern California non-stop to southern rural Oklahoma. This was our required annual summer motoring away from our East L A home. An obligatory trudge taken for the purpose of visiting our parent’s mother land. A trip with a promise of lake swimming, ice cold watermelon, greasy friedContinue reading “We did this because we were transplanted Okies.”
On our annual non-stop summer vacation trips from Los Angeles to Oklahoma we drove across the southern desert of California, southern Arizona, deserts and mountains of New Mexico, west Texas, and south central Oklahoma. On this overnight 24-hour endurance run we would briefly stop at some Texaco stations for potty and a Coke. Back then,Continue reading “How fast can you drink that?”