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Bare-butted chaps and leather jackets
What a weekend we
just had. I don't know if it is an age thing or a lazy thing that keeps us from
going out of town more than a couple of times a year, but after the past weekend
I might not go out again. We apparently are content to be in the comfort of our
own home, however the drive was nice and Ed's sister, Ella, is good company.
I know one thing... thank God for Oacoma/Chamberlain. I was raised in a
small town and in a small town I will die. Rapid City is not very big, but it's
too much for me. Thank God for little things like AI's and Simons' where you can
walk in, get that one little item you need, check out and walk right back out;
Ben Franklin always has what I need, Casey's, too. Or you can go get gas, walk
in and pay for it and walk back out ... no lines. No malls for me, no four lanes
of traffic, no thundering herds, etc.
And, I don't know about you, but whatever happened to manners, respect,
common decency ... the little things we learned as a child? I don't think they
exist much anymore. Kind of sad, I think.
On our way home we stopped for fuel at Murdo. We hadn't eaten dinner, so we
opted to take care of the hunger need and went into a truck stop restaurant ...
it was midnight thirty . The place was fairly full and we sat at a table
directly behind a male and female dressed in the Harley clothes of the week. She
had this extra long blonde hair in a pony tail and wore a fringed leather jacket
and leather boots. He, too. Well, he didn't have a blonde pony tail, his beard
was gray. She wore this ring that appeared to be somewhere along the line of a
20-carat solitaire, but her tearing at her food with her fingers kind of blew
the impression she seemed to be trying to make.
No, I wasn't staring at her. She was in my line of vision every time I
raised my eyes. At one point, she reached across her table and this caused her
jacket to raise up somewhat. Are you ready for this? This bare butt with a
g-string disappearing into leather chaps was staring back at me! I about dropped
my fork. I can see there needs to be a change in the "No shirt, no shoes, no
service" sign to include "no under pants." I suppose if I was of the male gender
I would have appreciated it more, but since I'm not, I didn't.
In any event, we went to see Grandma Speck at the rehab center in Rapid
City and once again, she is pulling through. It has been a long year and a half
for her. She expects to be at Mid-Dakota Hospital this week and will continue
with her therapy there. I think we need to get her up out of that bed and down
along the banks of the river seated in her fishing chair. Taylor has learned to
sneak up behind someone and give their fishing line a jerk. She could tease the
daylights out of her great-grand-mother.
And, I had a wonderful lunch and visit with my friend, Wynn Sutton. She is
doing okay and continues to work for the City of Belle Fourche. That alone made
the trip west worthwhile.
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