Each year as we approach the 4th of July, I am reminded of our camping years…..I guess maybe I’m just at an age where I’m becoming nostalgic about certain past events and times. Continue reading
Just this past weekend, (as I am writing this story), I finished up driving our little red sports car from Sacramento to Phoenix. The car is a 2000 Mazda Miata with still under 30,000 miles on it. Believe it or not, it even still smells like a new car inside. I had burned one of my favorite James Lee Burke audiobooks onto cd and this really helped to keep me alert during the 14 hour drive. For extra company, I had purchased some D cell batteries for my Sirius Sportster ‘boombox’. While I was down in Phoenix, I did get an opportunity to take in a round of golf. I hooked up with a very nice Canadian couple for the round. As I was trying to add to our conversation topics, I was reminded of one of only two of my visits to Canada.
Continued from Part 1, last week
Un autre avion?
Ok, at least they understood that. Hopefully I didn’t just ask them where the aviary was. They looked at me and just sort of shrugged their shoulders in a ‘who knows’ sort of fashion. There was no way to reach her. I just had to sit and fret. Finally, around six, the sun looked like it would soon be setting. This really worried me because there are no lights at the St Bart’s airport – it shuts down when the sun goes down.