Greetings from metro Waynesville, Missouri!
We were officially here to visit my son Patrick, who was graduating from his chemical school training at Ft. Leonard Wood. After 10 weeks of working around various nerve agents, he’s fully prepared to handle whatever the Army throws at him. Fortunately, he now has a third hand protruding from his head to handle things. The Army said it will go away in a few weeks. Until then, he’s learning to juggle.
We took this trip by car to see a bit of America — and America we have seen! Detective Sandy and I always give our trips a name to remember them by. For example:
- Losing Two Grand in Vegas ‘07.
- Losing Two Grand in Vegas ‘08.
- Winning a Lousy Two Hundred While Losing Four Grand in Vegas ‘09.
- Too Poor for Vegas ’10.
And so on.
We left metropolitan Ball Ground in the late morning hours, intending to drive just past Memphis or whenever the little energy drink wore off. My job is to drive. Sandy’s job is to remain sharp by