I been a little remiss in a finishin' up my story of how me and Nilda first learned of this mobile, mobile home life, so today and tomorrow I will be a telling you the last of that tale, the one where we met my city feller cousin and his cute wife :):) on the day they got lost up on the Gulch.
The Great Kiva, as we learned during our later pilgrimage, is the oracle of all, the fountain of knowledge, the Supreme Being of the RV world. Now don't think that this RV World is someplace far away, like east of New York City, or on the moon. No the Great Kiva is both a place and a person, all rolled into one. :)
I can never forget that day when my city feller cousin told us about the Great Kiva, and how it is a place of more wonders of the mobile, mobile home that we could imagine. Then he really confusacated me and Nilda by saying the Great Kiva were also person, and a person like me or Nilda, no the Great Kiva were a He, She, It, They person. And you don't think that were more than me and Nilda could throw our minds around, you is probably outa your mind.
That city feller cousin talked of Motorhomes, of travel trialers, of Class A's and C's, (what with me never getting nothin' over a D in school, that was little over my head) of A-liners and Winnebagos, orphans, and Good Sam's. All of which was interspered with more alrighty then's and sheesh's than a Sunday meetin' full of holy rollers. We was so filled with facts that we were confused beyond being confused. :)
That was when they both, my city feller cousin and his cute wife, :):) got glassy eyed and started talking in tongues. Gross combination tongue weight, duromax, cummins, allison, slideouts, pumpouts, day night shades, invertors, convertors and defillibrators, or some such babbling all came pouring out of their mouths. Now we'd been to some of Brother Barretts snake handling get togethers, but even at their most frenetic, they couldn't hold a candle to my new found city fellar cousin and his cute wife :):) as they was a goin' on about the mobile lifestyle.
I thought the Preacher had the market cornered on stemwinders up here, but once those two got going they made the preacher look like a babe in the woods when it came to spoutin' words. By the time they was done, Nilda and I was ready to follow my city fellar cousin and his cute wife :):) anywhere they wanted to go, just so we could learn at their feet about this life they was livin'. Sheesh,
That's when they brought Nilda and me crashing back to earth. When he said, alrighty then this was their very first day of livin' this here nomad life in a mobile home that was mobile. At that moment we was both feelin' worse than a lifelong drunk that run out of liquor, but then my city feller cousin's cute wife :):) again mentioned the Great Kiva, and me and Nilda was all ears once again. :)
The Great Kiva, as we learned during our later pilgrimage, is the oracle of all, the fountain of knowledge, the Supreme Being of the RV world. Now don't think that this RV World is someplace far away, like east of New York City, or on the moon. No the Great Kiva is both a place and a person, all rolled into one. :)
I can never forget that day when my city feller cousin told us about the Great Kiva, and how it is a place of more wonders of the mobile, mobile home that we could imagine. Then he really confusacated me and Nilda by saying the Great Kiva were also person, and a person like me or Nilda, no the Great Kiva were a He, She, It, They person. And you don't think that were more than me and Nilda could throw our minds around, you is probably outa your mind.
That city feller cousin talked of Motorhomes, of travel trialers, of Class A's and C's, (what with me never getting nothin' over a D in school, that was little over my head) of A-liners and Winnebagos, orphans, and Good Sam's. All of which was interspered with more alrighty then's and sheesh's than a Sunday meetin' full of holy rollers. We was so filled with facts that we were confused beyond being confused. :)
That was when they both, my city feller cousin and his cute wife, :):) got glassy eyed and started talking in tongues. Gross combination tongue weight, duromax, cummins, allison, slideouts, pumpouts, day night shades, invertors, convertors and defillibrators, or some such babbling all came pouring out of their mouths. Now we'd been to some of Brother Barretts snake handling get togethers, but even at their most frenetic, they couldn't hold a candle to my new found city fellar cousin and his cute wife :):) as they was a goin' on about the mobile lifestyle.
I thought the Preacher had the market cornered on stemwinders up here, but once those two got going they made the preacher look like a babe in the woods when it came to spoutin' words. By the time they was done, Nilda and I was ready to follow my city fellar cousin and his cute wife :):) anywhere they wanted to go, just so we could learn at their feet about this life they was livin'. Sheesh,
That's when they brought Nilda and me crashing back to earth. When he said, alrighty then this was their very first day of livin' this here nomad life in a mobile home that was mobile. At that moment we was both feelin' worse than a lifelong drunk that run out of liquor, but then my city feller cousin's cute wife :):) again mentioned the Great Kiva, and me and Nilda was all ears once again. :)
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The best kinds of fountain serve ice cream floats and are found in old time drug stores. When I say your post title I thought you were going to give us a GPS to one of them!
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