Cutting Garden Bed & Breakfast
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... didn't really enjoy it. We were slightly apprehensive of the parking in Amarillo but we didn't even know if it was safe or unsafe. Clearly, it was fine because no one broke into our car. I was just picturing vagrants breaking in and have a trunk show out of our wardrobe in the van. Really nothing of value. My underwear was still there.
We headed off to Oklahoma City (OKC). We saw a couple more roadside oddities again. Giant crosses. ...
... the empty chairs symbolize the 168 lost lives. Amazingly, a tree survived the bombing and now stands as a symbol of human resilience.
After experiencing this memorial museum, we felt quite empty and decided to forgo other plans in Oklahoma City. We appreciate our blessings of family, friends, and each other Thanks to all for giving us security, love, happiness, and wonderful memories. ...
... realized she wasn’t really dressed and the windows were open. Oops, so she grabbed something and we continued our search. After turning on the bedroom light we saw a small bug on the floor but I told her the one I saw was 10 times that size. Probably bigger. Holy smokes, we can’t go to sleep with that thing on the loose.
We searched for a few minutes and it finally presented itself again, on one of her pillows. This time I ...
May 30, 2015
From: Albuquerque, NM
To: Yukon, OK
Time: 9;00am to 6:30pm
After breakfast at the hotel in Albuquerque, we said our goodbyes to Billy, Kim, Virginia, and Cindy, who were flying home later in the day. Ben and I were once again saddling up on our Harley's for the long trek back to south Florida. We weaved ...
... want to hear. "You come on back here with me".
Sure, he don't mean me. I'm a passenger. They never want the passenger. The problems something with the car and the car is the domain, ostensibly, of the driver.
Nick got out and followed and I wished him luck, then sat in the car spogging out to myself for the all eternity it took for Nick to come back. I wanted to look round, get my swan neck on and see the facial expressions, maybe read ...