Tuesday, October 10, 2023 – Thinking of Dad…..

So, earlier today I was motorizing West on good old Interstate 40, and I saw in my sideview a commercial bus coming up behind me in the left lane and obviously going to pass me. I was pretty sure it was a Trailways, or Big Dog, or some other travel bus because it had a flat top.  That’s noticeable because big bus style RV usually have Air Conditioners mounted on their roofs.

So (again), I suddenly wondered where do the commercial busses have their air conditioners installed.  Down under the bus in a big bay I assume.  And then I thought, “Dad would know!  I will ask him.”  And then I remember Dad passed away about 12 or 14 years ago.  So (again), I guess I won’t be askin’ the old man, but I sure do be missing and rememberin’ him.  It hurts less, but it never stops.

Tonight, we are in a very nice KOA that offers gor-met meals delivered to your rig.  I’m ordering a Full Roast Turkey Dinner with peach pie -la-mode, and Shawn is ordering a “Light Smoked Beef Plate” with corn bread and green beans, and a “Fruits of the Forrest” pie a-la-mode.

We did 253 miles today.  That’s a good day.  Fifty more miles would have been gooder, but the RV camp dearth suggested we stop a bit early.

I’ve noticed a few interesting linguistics in some of the highway signs.  Some say, “Bridges Ice Before Roadways”, some say, “Bridge Ices Before Roadway”, and the occasional one says, “Icy Bridge.”  That last one was accompanied by another sign that said, “Strong Crosswinds May Occur.”  I ‘spect those two last signs in conjunction would give you something to think about when it’s cold/snowy.”  For me, now in this nice warm weather, all they make think about is that sign makers need to retake English 101.

By the way, do you know what they call Virga that reaches the ground?  Rain.

I’m currently re-reading Jean Auel’s “Clan of the Cave Bear” and in it she describes, “Hearth Etiquette”, such as “Don’t walk thru other people’s hearth, don’t look into other people’s hearth, don’t look at other people when they are in their hearth, don’t violate other people’s privacy, even in a no-walls environment.  And I realized all those hold true for staying in RV parks.  Eyes down, straight ahead, do not acknowledge other people unless they acknowledge you first.  That last bit is really hard for me as I just love to say “Hi” to fellow RVer's.  Anyway, nothing has seemed to have changed much in 50 million years. 

On the other hand, my “Air Force” cap has let me meet several other Airmen, a couple of Marines, a Swabby, and a GI or two.  There is a brotherhood out there and I’m proud to be part of it.

See you on the flip,

Rusty Pistons