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Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Reason for the Season

My Posse


There was more than 20 feet of snow in Deer Park last Winter and it was a long, long, long time letting go. So it was like...May before Erma was up and ready and June before she got out of the blocks.


Nonetheless boys and girls, another season was upon us - it was time to gear up and go! Peg, my right hand, unfortunately couldn't make the trip, so Handsome Rob took shotgun and like Jake and Elwwood Blues, we found ourselves on a mission from God...

Heading to Iowa to see Tom, Missy and our three newest relatives; Jovie Jane, Sienna Elaine and Rowan Anna. That's right - Triplets, a three-fer. Tom and Missy weren't kidding around.
And old Uncle Handsome was a natural.

Of course we still managed to squeeze in a little fun. I introduced Rob to the pleasures of sleeping in a Walmart parking lot, a visit the world's largest Truckstop, the mandatory visit to George the Chili King (August '09) as well as a little downtime on the Florer family farm...Life is good :-)

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Can you say, "Black Velvet..."



Feets don't fail me now. From New Mexico to Tennessee, we pounded I-40 for three straight days, but who in their right mind would pass up a chance to see the King?

Not us, for sure. "Graceland" was on our "TO DO" list.



After being out west for three straight weeks, the humidity hit us like a ton of bricks. Nevertheless, we were on a mission.

The the folks at Graceland were also on a mission...separating us from our money.



It's still worth the price of admission and something everyone should see at least once. The house sits on thirteen acres of land across the street from the Elvis campground, gift shops, car museum, airplanes, etc., etc., etc.


And yes, there is what the press calls a "jungle room" and it does have shag carpet on the ceiling, but really, it's not as stupid as it sounds. You need to see it! You will not be disappointed. It's a great house.


P.S. They say he's buried here, but I'm not so sure...I could have sworn I saw him in the laundry room at a KOA in South Dakota!