Gettin' the RV Dreamers bug

Back in that first blog post, boy but I sure didn't know much about this blogging thing back then, I said I'd started life with gleam and a dream, and those were things I'd always had. Well, the dream was always there, but before Tomato Blossom :):):) came into my life, that gleam thing was just a laying there, not being used for its intended purpose. :(

Alrighty then, it looks like I am a wandering instead of blogging about this RV thing again, but maybe that's just what Dreamers do. They wander around until they stumble upon what ever it was they didn't know they had been lookin' for. :) And that was exactly what I was not a lookin' for when the RV Dreamers bug bit me.

It was a Saturday morning in April, right about 10:22 on the morning of the 23rd, close as I can recall. There I was, a sittin' in my office at Pa's filling station when I heard the gawd awfullest racket you could ever imagine. It was a wheezing and a carrying on about like a bull that'd just went through a whole field of heifers all by his lonesome. Geesh. Now we ain't stupid up here, since on occasion one of those down river boys in their big fancied up pick'em up trucks will wander in here more lost than a tick in an anthill. :)

This here truck weren't near as tricked up those, in fact it was about to the place where if it had anything else a hanging on it it probably would a died on the spot. Covered with dirt the way it was, I couldn't even tell it was actually some ugly brown color, worse than the dirt a coverin' it, until it got closer, and that was when I see's why it was a huffin' and a puffin'. :)

Behind it was the biggest gall darnd house I, or most anybody in the these parts had seen in ages. It went up, up up in the front, till it towered over the tops of Granny Garfields lilac bushes. And let me tell you, she grew the prize winner lilacs every year at the Squattersville Combined Squirrel Cookoff and Flower Show. It had windows and doors all over the place, and a leaky roof. I couldn't believe how many patches they had up top, some of them holes must have been right sizeable cause there was a big old chunk of metal sticking up in the air and a covering them. :)

Course nowadays that I gots my own RV, I know what those things are, what for letting the smoke out from the stove and airing the outhouse, but back then I didn't. Geesh. But them two things wasn't all, cause ahind them comes this part car, part something else, driven by the cutest little dab of a woman, this side of Coal Creek. :):)

Since we weren't busy at the station, it was the first Saturday of the month after all and Barney Billingsley only ever gets his usual three gallons of gasoline on the second Saturday of the month, not the first Saturday, I figured I had time if, whoever they was, they decided they wanted to chew the fat for a mite. :)