tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512781327133164514.post8415600468493436839..comments2023-03-25T05:37:21.003-07:00Comments on Brook's Bike Across America: Day 36 - Bemidji to Itasca State Park, MN"Queen Bee" Brook Yateshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12693726123318424634noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512781327133164514.post-29200457363179505452009-06-06T00:45:12.696-07:002009-06-06T00:45:12.696-07:00Hang in there... you're doing great!
I love re...Hang in there... you're doing great!<br />I love reading your posts and wish you great tail winds!DREWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13035557538266552448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512781327133164514.post-70840192125412794282009-05-19T07:58:00.000-07:002009-05-19T07:58:00.000-07:00In the post Civil War movie "True Grit" John Wayne...In the post Civil War movie "True Grit" John Wayne tells a young woman (Kim Darby), "You got spunk", just like you.<br />Hey Girl, you rock.<br />LynnUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07289692567537910766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512781327133164514.post-9882334790391595712009-05-18T16:06:00.000-07:002009-05-18T16:06:00.000-07:00Munchkin, Hil had a good question about the helmet...Munchkin, Hil had a good question about the helmet being left behind and you had a good response about riding in a car. But, Do you remember Mom's rule that she created after we assited you in Brain Injury Camp,"Even riding in a car we were supposed to wear a helmet"? Yeah, I know, your Mom was funny about that. Way to go<br />with the "flexitarian". That venison is great protein. Keep on Trekking, Lov ya DadDaddiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09692765865114741601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512781327133164514.post-79708602041720843182009-05-18T14:28:00.000-07:002009-05-18T14:28:00.000-07:00Knocking on the wrong door and chatting with the o...Knocking on the wrong door and chatting with the occupants reminds me of a story:<br /><br />Marilee and I were living in southern Spain where there was a small community of Americans scattered about the region. One evening there is a knock on the door. <br /><br />Immediately upon opening the door, a young lady about our age bursts into an excited greating with smiles and effusive body language. I invite her in, we all sit down, we chat, exchange some recent history and then she launches into a sales pitch. <br /><br />About four hundred dollars and a new set of pots and pans, she leaves. I turn to Marilee and said, "So where did you meet her?" Marilee responds, "You mean you didn't know that girl?" By golly, there was one effective saleslady. She snookered us into thinking that she was a friend of the other person in the couple !!! <br /><br />Well, 39 years later we still have the pots and pans but to this day we have no idea who she was. At least your new friends have names and the possibility of remaining good acquaintances for a long time. <br /><br />Ride on, Brook.<br /><br />Ed (alias: Gort) sends.Gorthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10345965489321203644noreply@blogger.com