Geezer Road Trip
Please Don't Clean Doves In The Motel Sink!
This weekend is the Haskell High School Homecoming, up in Haskell, Texas. Haskell happens to be my Mom & Uncle Robert's hometown, and they decided to trek up there for the festivities.
Their plan was for my aunt & uncle to meet my parents at 6 am, then hit the road north. Then, first bathroom break 10 minutes later, and then every 30 minutes for the next 8 hours!
Oh, I'm giving 'em grief, but there's a lot of years packed in that Dodge. With Mom 6 weeks out of neck surgery, and Uncle Robert 12 weeks out of quad bypass surgery, there's enough narcotics and oxygen in that car to lift a junkie to the Moon and beyond. I shudder to think what would happen if Dad gets pulled over for speeding and a sniffer dog alerted on the car...
They'll have a grand old time up there. After you cruise the town square and get a burrito at Allsup's, you drift down to see the stockyards, and then over to the DQ to see the ranchers drinking coffee. If they get real excited, they might even head over to Rochester or Paint Creek and watch the stoplight change.
Then, back to the high school football field bleachers to hang out and watch the Indians get beat like a red-headed stepchild. Hey, it's tradition.
This weekend is the Haskell High School Homecoming, up in Haskell, Texas. Haskell happens to be my Mom & Uncle Robert's hometown, and they decided to trek up there for the festivities.
Their plan was for my aunt & uncle to meet my parents at 6 am, then hit the road north. Then, first bathroom break 10 minutes later, and then every 30 minutes for the next 8 hours!
Oh, I'm giving 'em grief, but there's a lot of years packed in that Dodge. With Mom 6 weeks out of neck surgery, and Uncle Robert 12 weeks out of quad bypass surgery, there's enough narcotics and oxygen in that car to lift a junkie to the Moon and beyond. I shudder to think what would happen if Dad gets pulled over for speeding and a sniffer dog alerted on the car...
They'll have a grand old time up there. After you cruise the town square and get a burrito at Allsup's, you drift down to see the stockyards, and then over to the DQ to see the ranchers drinking coffee. If they get real excited, they might even head over to Rochester or Paint Creek and watch the stoplight change.
Then, back to the high school football field bleachers to hang out and watch the Indians get beat like a red-headed stepchild. Hey, it's tradition.
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