Saturday, April 17, 2010
katsup
April 14, 2010
We did our final reading in La Plata this morning. The group was larger than yesterday, we were expecting a few distractions. The kids were perfect. I’m starting to think it is something in the Missouri water. We got lots of hugs, especially Kahuna. Leaving left us a little sad. In three short days we developed a true fondness for the community and its people. We both agreed it is a place we would like to re-visit. Maria Snodgrass and her staff at the Depot Inn did a fabulous job of steering the storytelling event. They made all of the arrangements for us as well as the school children.
We set our GPS for Topeka, Kansas but agreed we would keep an eye peeled for special attractions along the way. I’m starting to feel like the spirit of Charles Kerault (from the 70’s On The Road series) has crept into our motorhome.
A few miles down the road we started seeing signs for “Marceline,” Walt Disney’s Hometown. We took the exit and three miles off the main highway we came across the charming town of Marceline. My first impression was “This looks like the movie set for the movie ‘Back To The Future.” It seemed to be frozen in time from a period where Main Street in small town America was the heart beat of every community. It is complete with a 50’s café, hardware store in the middle of town (not a sprawling Home Depot miles from the historic area) an ice cream shop serving homemade ice cream, and an old theatre that still has the 1956 movie “The Great Train Chase” plastered across it’s marquise.
In its prime Marceline boosted eight-thousand people. Then the railroads quit stopping at their depot and RR men moved to other locations. Now the town consists of 2,500 citizens who are determined to show community pride at every opportunity.
We pulled across from the museum dedicated to Walt Disney and I was thrilled to see the museum had made its nest in the town’s historic railroad station. It is a beautiful two-story brick building with a grass and garden area that lets you know immediately this place is maintained by people who care.
Inside we were greeted by Deanna Lisac one of the museum’s volunteers. Deanna is a walking encyclopedia of Disney history. Having grown up as a mouseketeer I thought I had a pretty good handle on my Disney stuff, but I soon learned there are loads of things about Disney and his family that I did’t know. A large portion of the museum is dedicated to train memorabilia. I did know that Walt Disney was a train nut and I even read recently were the ¼ scale train from his back yard is now being displayed in the California Bay Area.
Half way through our tour we were joined by another volunteer Inez Johnson. Inez is one of those people I mentioned above that keeps the heart of the community beating to a healthy rhythm. Disney kept an ongoing relationship with his hometown up until his death, making contributions to the town and the town boasting Walt’s name at every opportunity. I loved Inez’s story of how Walt stayed at their house during one of his early visits. No hotels were available in town and Inez had the only home with air conditioning. Being a new house it hadn’t been properly furnished. The entire town got involved bringing in furniture, silver ware, and china; they even hired a chef from the train to do the cooking. Inez chuckled and said it wasn’t necessary, Walt was as common as the rest of us. His favorite dish was chili. Inez maintained a personal relationship with Walt and his brother Roy until both brothers passed. My guess is that Inez along with the rest of the town grew to love the Disney’s so much they were determined to keep the memory alive. The memory as told in Marceline is far different than the Hollywood Disney legend.
So, when Charles Kerault creeps into your subconscious, don’t fight it when you find yourself taking that exit off Hwy 36 into Marceline. Come early and stay late.
Evening April 14th.
After leaving Marceline we set the GPS for Independence, Mo. Home of Harry Truman. I read where they have a railroad depot. Anyway, thirty miles shy of our destination we pulled off at the exit for Wallace State Park. What a treat! I think this is our first State Park experience. Their official season starts tomorrow, but we were allowed to register and check in tonight. RV sites are nestled in the woods with miles of hiking paths and a small lake that belongs on a post card. We headed out with Kahuna and Roxie for a hike around the lake. Both dogs love to chase squirrels, ducks and geese. Fortunately they never catch them. Roxie is now four-months old and still a little clumsy. Along the way Roxie decided to get a drink from the lake. She leaned over a little to far and her back end went over her front end. The good news is; we now know she can swim. (Roxie is traveling with us until she gets her new home with Cherie, Micki's sister)
Next we get to the other side of the lake and Kahuna spots two Canadian Geese (I could tell by the accents they were Canadian). Kahuna hates water, but loves Geese. Reeds and grass were growing in the water and my guess is Kahuna thought it might be a little damp, but not over his head. He saw the geese walk from the shore and continue through the reeds. Without hesitating Kahuna flew after the geese and within seconds was a good twenty feet into the lake and had to paddle back to shore. He got a bath in the lake and a shower when we got home. Not a good day for a dog that hates water.
April 15th
Arrived in Topeka this afternoon. On the way we stopped at the large and beautiful Union Station in Kansas City, MO. The building is great but was a huge disappointment as far as train memorabilia. Many of the small towns we’ve visited have done a far better job of preserving history for their communities. The best part of Union Station is the Fred Harvey Restaurant that still projects the look and feel that Fred built in reputation on.
In Topeka we took a drive by the depot where we will do readings and book signings on Sunday. I can’t speak yet to the rest of the building, but it is the most beautiful train depot we have seen to date.
4/17 (I think) Saturday
No Internet service for three days so I cut and pasted to catch up. It looks like the daily events come up backwards....
This was a free day. We drove to Abilene and photographed a couple of cabooses. Didn't know it until we got there, but their train doesn't start running until May. O' well, nice drive. Abilene is the home of Dwight Eisenhower and the Greyhound Dog Museum. Few old towns can rival Abilene when it comes to community pride. Lots of restored mansions from the turn of the century and the old downtown district still has a shine. The main streets are filled with mom and pop stores that appear to be holding their own. My only complaint is their lay-out. The town is divided into four quadrants. I was looking for 500 5th St. You can find 5th street in four locations. They should at least leave markers or drop bread crumbs to mark the way.
Tomorrow is a big day at the Great Overland Station here in Topeka. Their phone answearing machine has been touting us for a couple of weeks. When kids show up we seem to always have fun. Micki has been warming up Kahuna for his part in the show.
We did our final reading in La Plata this morning. The group was larger than yesterday, we were expecting a few distractions. The kids were perfect. I’m starting to think it is something in the Missouri water. We got lots of hugs, especially Kahuna. Leaving left us a little sad. In three short days we developed a true fondness for the community and its people. We both agreed it is a place we would like to re-visit. Maria Snodgrass and her staff at the Depot Inn did a fabulous job of steering the storytelling event. They made all of the arrangements for us as well as the school children.
We set our GPS for Topeka, Kansas but agreed we would keep an eye peeled for special attractions along the way. I’m starting to feel like the spirit of Charles Kerault (from the 70’s On The Road series) has crept into our motorhome.
A few miles down the road we started seeing signs for “Marceline,” Walt Disney’s Hometown. We took the exit and three miles off the main highway we came across the charming town of Marceline. My first impression was “This looks like the movie set for the movie ‘Back To The Future.” It seemed to be frozen in time from a period where Main Street in small town America was the heart beat of every community. It is complete with a 50’s café, hardware store in the middle of town (not a sprawling Home Depot miles from the historic area) an ice cream shop serving homemade ice cream, and an old theatre that still has the 1956 movie “The Great Train Chase” plastered across it’s marquise.
In its prime Marceline boosted eight-thousand people. Then the railroads quit stopping at their depot and RR men moved to other locations. Now the town consists of 2,500 citizens who are determined to show community pride at every opportunity.
We pulled across from the museum dedicated to Walt Disney and I was thrilled to see the museum had made its nest in the town’s historic railroad station. It is a beautiful two-story brick building with a grass and garden area that lets you know immediately this place is maintained by people who care.
Inside we were greeted by Deanna Lisac one of the museum’s volunteers. Deanna is a walking encyclopedia of Disney history. Having grown up as a mouseketeer I thought I had a pretty good handle on my Disney stuff, but I soon learned there are loads of things about Disney and his family that I did’t know. A large portion of the museum is dedicated to train memorabilia. I did know that Walt Disney was a train nut and I even read recently were the ¼ scale train from his back yard is now being displayed in the California Bay Area.
Half way through our tour we were joined by another volunteer Inez Johnson. Inez is one of those people I mentioned above that keeps the heart of the community beating to a healthy rhythm. Disney kept an ongoing relationship with his hometown up until his death, making contributions to the town and the town boasting Walt’s name at every opportunity. I loved Inez’s story of how Walt stayed at their house during one of his early visits. No hotels were available in town and Inez had the only home with air conditioning. Being a new house it hadn’t been properly furnished. The entire town got involved bringing in furniture, silver ware, and china; they even hired a chef from the train to do the cooking. Inez chuckled and said it wasn’t necessary, Walt was as common as the rest of us. His favorite dish was chili. Inez maintained a personal relationship with Walt and his brother Roy until both brothers passed. My guess is that Inez along with the rest of the town grew to love the Disney’s so much they were determined to keep the memory alive. The memory as told in Marceline is far different than the Hollywood Disney legend.
So, when Charles Kerault creeps into your subconscious, don’t fight it when you find yourself taking that exit off Hwy 36 into Marceline. Come early and stay late.
Evening April 14th.
After leaving Marceline we set the GPS for Independence, Mo. Home of Harry Truman. I read where they have a railroad depot. Anyway, thirty miles shy of our destination we pulled off at the exit for Wallace State Park. What a treat! I think this is our first State Park experience. Their official season starts tomorrow, but we were allowed to register and check in tonight. RV sites are nestled in the woods with miles of hiking paths and a small lake that belongs on a post card. We headed out with Kahuna and Roxie for a hike around the lake. Both dogs love to chase squirrels, ducks and geese. Fortunately they never catch them. Roxie is now four-months old and still a little clumsy. Along the way Roxie decided to get a drink from the lake. She leaned over a little to far and her back end went over her front end. The good news is; we now know she can swim. (Roxie is traveling with us until she gets her new home with Cherie, Micki's sister)
Next we get to the other side of the lake and Kahuna spots two Canadian Geese (I could tell by the accents they were Canadian). Kahuna hates water, but loves Geese. Reeds and grass were growing in the water and my guess is Kahuna thought it might be a little damp, but not over his head. He saw the geese walk from the shore and continue through the reeds. Without hesitating Kahuna flew after the geese and within seconds was a good twenty feet into the lake and had to paddle back to shore. He got a bath in the lake and a shower when we got home. Not a good day for a dog that hates water.
April 15th
Arrived in Topeka this afternoon. On the way we stopped at the large and beautiful Union Station in Kansas City, MO. The building is great but was a huge disappointment as far as train memorabilia. Many of the small towns we’ve visited have done a far better job of preserving history for their communities. The best part of Union Station is the Fred Harvey Restaurant that still projects the look and feel that Fred built in reputation on.
In Topeka we took a drive by the depot where we will do readings and book signings on Sunday. I can’t speak yet to the rest of the building, but it is the most beautiful train depot we have seen to date.
4/17 (I think) Saturday
No Internet service for three days so I cut and pasted to catch up. It looks like the daily events come up backwards....
This was a free day. We drove to Abilene and photographed a couple of cabooses. Didn't know it until we got there, but their train doesn't start running until May. O' well, nice drive. Abilene is the home of Dwight Eisenhower and the Greyhound Dog Museum. Few old towns can rival Abilene when it comes to community pride. Lots of restored mansions from the turn of the century and the old downtown district still has a shine. The main streets are filled with mom and pop stores that appear to be holding their own. My only complaint is their lay-out. The town is divided into four quadrants. I was looking for 500 5th St. You can find 5th street in four locations. They should at least leave markers or drop bread crumbs to mark the way.
Tomorrow is a big day at the Great Overland Station here in Topeka. Their phone answearing machine has been touting us for a couple of weeks. When kids show up we seem to always have fun. Micki has been warming up Kahuna for his part in the show.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Micki woke up this morning without black eyes. The show went on as scheduled. Kahauna and Micki both did a great job as the opening act. 50 of the best behaved kids you could ask for sat and watched Kahuna show his stuff. They were so good I thought my book reading might fall flat. However, they responded well and to our surprise we sold a lot of books. Several people bought multiple copies of both books as gifts.
I managed to get in a couple of photos with the kids at the Depot Inn, which I'll try and post tonight.
A lady in attendance today asked us to stop by and visit the company she works for. I was shocked to find it is Train Parties.com They have a huge Internet presence and do business all over America. What a surprise to find they are based in the small town of La Plata. We left them books and may work out a program for them to help with our marketing.
We also got a tour of a new gallery opening in town called the Silver Rail. Again a big surprise to find a class act in such a small town. I've got to be careful of my false assumptions. And, I should pay more attention as we travel through rural America.
I managed to get in a couple of photos with the kids at the Depot Inn, which I'll try and post tonight.
A lady in attendance today asked us to stop by and visit the company she works for. I was shocked to find it is Train Parties.com They have a huge Internet presence and do business all over America. What a surprise to find they are based in the small town of La Plata. We left them books and may work out a program for them to help with our marketing.
We also got a tour of a new gallery opening in town called the Silver Rail. Again a big surprise to find a class act in such a small town. I've got to be careful of my false assumptions. And, I should pay more attention as we travel through rural America.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Wow, how time flies. I just noticed Feb 7th was the last RCC posting. First the excuses: I went back in for more cancer surgery. It was a day thing and I got to go home that night, minus a large chunk of my right arm and another road on my head map. A few days later they did a core biopsy just above my heart. No one wanted to call the shots on that one, so I get retested in six months. So much for the sick thing.
I met with Santa Fe Southern Railway and they asked me to write a living history Billy The Kid drama that takes place on the train. Most of that has now been written and will be acted out in July and August as part of Santa Fe's 400th anniversary.
March 22 was a fun day. Several months ago I wrote a jingle about The Red Candy Caboose. We have been waiting for the scheduling to come together for the singer (Ellie Dendhal) and the musicians. Originally I wanted the song to sound a little like Johnny Cash. Ellie has a beautiful voice, but no way does she sound like Johnny Cash (much better). So, flying by the seat of our pants in the recording studio, Micki said can we toss the idea of a Johnny Cash sound? Westin the banjo player along with the guy in the studio doing a two-fingered key board laid down a new background sound. Ellie steps in the sound room and hits a home run. The recording studio couldn't believe the whole thing came together in one hour. I left to run a few errands and when I returned the whole thing was mixed and ready to go. I have sent copies out to the railroad stations selling the RCC book and they all love it. If you would like a free copy, just send me an e-mail @ redcandycaboose@gmail.com
Our second book "Rail Tales That Haunt Us" finally got sent to the printer and is now out.
What else? I worked a few days on the Santa Fe train spinning yarns. My son Jason and Sierra our granddaughter came for a visit. Way to long between sightings!
When we returned from Texas and Arizona in Feb. we immediately put the travel trailer up for sale and sold it withing two hours. The trailer was great in many ways, but both of us get stiff backs when we travel all day, so we sold the trailer and my pickup and bought a small used motorhome. April 7th we left for the National Transportation Exposition in St. Louis. Traveling is much better when one of us can take naps and read along the way. I'll let you know how it really is when I get a turn.
The exposition was beautiful. It is a huge museum that encompasses trains, planes, boats and cars. Four authors were invited to attend. We were honored to have top billing and top sales. Dirk Whales, author of Lucky Dog had the booth next to us. He is a delight and has a terrific sense of humor. With over 30,000 Lucky Dog books sold sense its release Dirk is virtually in every book shop I visit.
We left St. Louis the evening of the 10th and drove a few hours and decided to sleep in the motor home. We stopped at a mom and pop RV park that was wooded and had a small pond. The dogs loved chasing each other around the pond. Geese now have put the word out "No Longer Safe For Geese." It was the first week-end of good weather so it took several trys at sites before we found one without broken water lines.
Missouri is in full bloom. Trees, flowers and beautiful green grass has made us quickly forget the heavy snows of just a couple of weeks ago.
4/11 Arrived in La Plata, MO at the Depot Inn. Tuesday and Wednesday I will be doing story telling for the local school children and Micki and Kahuna will do dog tricks. Actually Kahuna does the dog tricks and Micki hands out treats for his efforts.
La Plata is a small town of 1,400 people. It has a train depot where Amtrak stops twice daily. It also has about 80 freight trains per day. This is the only place I've ever found that you can turn your TV on in the hotel and watch the trains live as they pass through town. The restaurant next door has a path going out the back that meanders through the woods and ends at a little viewing house on a hill that overlooks the tracks. Some people order their food to go, take it down the path and watch the trains as they dine. People who aren't into trains take the dinners to the barber shop and watch hair cuts.
The other activity in town is the short drive west to a small Amish settlement. The hotel staff said if I went out there not to tell anyone that I learned of it from the hotel. They prefer to be left alone and aren't interested in being commercialized. So, after breakfast we took a drive over to see what we weren't supposed to see. It was just like the movie with Harrison Ford "Witness." People dressed in black with little buggies pulled by single horses. After three passes down the road, I finally noticed a small sign on a fence post that said "General Store and Variety Store" or something similar. The last pass I pulled the motor home next two one of the buggies and got out to see the store. the outside looked more like a farm house than a store. The first hint of it being a store was the sacks of onions setting by the front door (like I've seen at the Farmers Market). Walking inside was a treat. Little ladies dressed in bonnets and long dress (all black) were having their goods weighed and rung up at the register. There were five locals in the store plus the lady at the register, who also dressed like the customers. They didn't speak English to one other, but something akin' to Pig Latin (at lease to my untrained ear).
Micki and I wandered up and down each isle and were in awe of the wide selection of merchandise as well as their very reasonable prices. Eatable things like candy and raw popcorn were in generic plastic sacks with simple labels. The shelves gave the appearance of being stocked by the tossing method. Toss here, toss it there or toss it on top of something else. And it worked. I had to wonder if modern stores got it all wrong. This little store arranged their things so that I wanted to pick up the merchandise and examine it and see what else was there.
Only two people were in front of me at the register, but it took a half hour to get my turn. I was smiling inside wanting to say "Can you open another register?" One of the little ladies in front of me laid a roll of weather stripping in front of the cashier and said something in Pig Latin. The cashier opened the package (probably a roll of 15 feet) took out a yard stick and measured two feet and cut it off for the customer. What a novel concept, "Buy what you need!" I immediately thought of the two half packages of weather stripping lying in my garage.
As it came close to me getting a turn at the register a group of five people walked in, dressed like ordinary people. It looked liked a woman in her late forties with two teenage boys and two teenage girls. Their laughing and giggling broke the atmosphere like someone throwing a stone through one of the windows. One of the boys walked up to an Amish man standing to the side and said "I'm from Tennessee and we don't have anything like this where I live." The man politely responded with "And I hear it is warmer where you come from. They say summer rushes in." That was my first inkling that the Amish spoke English.
When I stepped forward with one onion, a bag of licorice, raw popcorn, and sesame seed treats the lady behind the counter said "That will be seven dollars." I was surprised that her English was perfect with no hint of an accent and I was surprised that my small purchase came out even. Unless you are using a vending machine, that just doesn't happen.
Micki is currently in bed with a bag of ice on her head. We took a walk down the path to the train overlook. While chasing the new dog (Roxie) Micki ran into a sign and knocked herself almost out. She is concerned she will have two black eyes for tomorrows dog and pony show. We might call it the dog and racoon show.
I'll try and keep the blog up to date. Thanks for checking.
Ron
I met with Santa Fe Southern Railway and they asked me to write a living history Billy The Kid drama that takes place on the train. Most of that has now been written and will be acted out in July and August as part of Santa Fe's 400th anniversary.
March 22 was a fun day. Several months ago I wrote a jingle about The Red Candy Caboose. We have been waiting for the scheduling to come together for the singer (Ellie Dendhal) and the musicians. Originally I wanted the song to sound a little like Johnny Cash. Ellie has a beautiful voice, but no way does she sound like Johnny Cash (much better). So, flying by the seat of our pants in the recording studio, Micki said can we toss the idea of a Johnny Cash sound? Westin the banjo player along with the guy in the studio doing a two-fingered key board laid down a new background sound. Ellie steps in the sound room and hits a home run. The recording studio couldn't believe the whole thing came together in one hour. I left to run a few errands and when I returned the whole thing was mixed and ready to go. I have sent copies out to the railroad stations selling the RCC book and they all love it. If you would like a free copy, just send me an e-mail @ redcandycaboose@gmail.com
Our second book "Rail Tales That Haunt Us" finally got sent to the printer and is now out.
What else? I worked a few days on the Santa Fe train spinning yarns. My son Jason and Sierra our granddaughter came for a visit. Way to long between sightings!
When we returned from Texas and Arizona in Feb. we immediately put the travel trailer up for sale and sold it withing two hours. The trailer was great in many ways, but both of us get stiff backs when we travel all day, so we sold the trailer and my pickup and bought a small used motorhome. April 7th we left for the National Transportation Exposition in St. Louis. Traveling is much better when one of us can take naps and read along the way. I'll let you know how it really is when I get a turn.
The exposition was beautiful. It is a huge museum that encompasses trains, planes, boats and cars. Four authors were invited to attend. We were honored to have top billing and top sales. Dirk Whales, author of Lucky Dog had the booth next to us. He is a delight and has a terrific sense of humor. With over 30,000 Lucky Dog books sold sense its release Dirk is virtually in every book shop I visit.
We left St. Louis the evening of the 10th and drove a few hours and decided to sleep in the motor home. We stopped at a mom and pop RV park that was wooded and had a small pond. The dogs loved chasing each other around the pond. Geese now have put the word out "No Longer Safe For Geese." It was the first week-end of good weather so it took several trys at sites before we found one without broken water lines.
Missouri is in full bloom. Trees, flowers and beautiful green grass has made us quickly forget the heavy snows of just a couple of weeks ago.
4/11 Arrived in La Plata, MO at the Depot Inn. Tuesday and Wednesday I will be doing story telling for the local school children and Micki and Kahuna will do dog tricks. Actually Kahuna does the dog tricks and Micki hands out treats for his efforts.
La Plata is a small town of 1,400 people. It has a train depot where Amtrak stops twice daily. It also has about 80 freight trains per day. This is the only place I've ever found that you can turn your TV on in the hotel and watch the trains live as they pass through town. The restaurant next door has a path going out the back that meanders through the woods and ends at a little viewing house on a hill that overlooks the tracks. Some people order their food to go, take it down the path and watch the trains as they dine. People who aren't into trains take the dinners to the barber shop and watch hair cuts.
The other activity in town is the short drive west to a small Amish settlement. The hotel staff said if I went out there not to tell anyone that I learned of it from the hotel. They prefer to be left alone and aren't interested in being commercialized. So, after breakfast we took a drive over to see what we weren't supposed to see. It was just like the movie with Harrison Ford "Witness." People dressed in black with little buggies pulled by single horses. After three passes down the road, I finally noticed a small sign on a fence post that said "General Store and Variety Store" or something similar. The last pass I pulled the motor home next two one of the buggies and got out to see the store. the outside looked more like a farm house than a store. The first hint of it being a store was the sacks of onions setting by the front door (like I've seen at the Farmers Market). Walking inside was a treat. Little ladies dressed in bonnets and long dress (all black) were having their goods weighed and rung up at the register. There were five locals in the store plus the lady at the register, who also dressed like the customers. They didn't speak English to one other, but something akin' to Pig Latin (at lease to my untrained ear).
Micki and I wandered up and down each isle and were in awe of the wide selection of merchandise as well as their very reasonable prices. Eatable things like candy and raw popcorn were in generic plastic sacks with simple labels. The shelves gave the appearance of being stocked by the tossing method. Toss here, toss it there or toss it on top of something else. And it worked. I had to wonder if modern stores got it all wrong. This little store arranged their things so that I wanted to pick up the merchandise and examine it and see what else was there.
Only two people were in front of me at the register, but it took a half hour to get my turn. I was smiling inside wanting to say "Can you open another register?" One of the little ladies in front of me laid a roll of weather stripping in front of the cashier and said something in Pig Latin. The cashier opened the package (probably a roll of 15 feet) took out a yard stick and measured two feet and cut it off for the customer. What a novel concept, "Buy what you need!" I immediately thought of the two half packages of weather stripping lying in my garage.
As it came close to me getting a turn at the register a group of five people walked in, dressed like ordinary people. It looked liked a woman in her late forties with two teenage boys and two teenage girls. Their laughing and giggling broke the atmosphere like someone throwing a stone through one of the windows. One of the boys walked up to an Amish man standing to the side and said "I'm from Tennessee and we don't have anything like this where I live." The man politely responded with "And I hear it is warmer where you come from. They say summer rushes in." That was my first inkling that the Amish spoke English.
When I stepped forward with one onion, a bag of licorice, raw popcorn, and sesame seed treats the lady behind the counter said "That will be seven dollars." I was surprised that her English was perfect with no hint of an accent and I was surprised that my small purchase came out even. Unless you are using a vending machine, that just doesn't happen.
Micki is currently in bed with a bag of ice on her head. We took a walk down the path to the train overlook. While chasing the new dog (Roxie) Micki ran into a sign and knocked herself almost out. She is concerned she will have two black eyes for tomorrows dog and pony show. We might call it the dog and racoon show.
I'll try and keep the blog up to date. Thanks for checking.
Ron
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