This morning I was out walking as the sun was coming up. It looked like it was going to be a great day. Sometimes Mother Nature can play cruel tricks on we humans. I’m afraid this morning was one of those times, because I am pretty sure this afternoon is going to turn out to be hot, crotch pot cooking hot.
When I walk alone, I think. I don’t know if it’s that way with everyone, but it’s always been like that with me. This morning was no different than any other time in my life. I was thinking about life in times gone passed. My grandparents were foremost in my mind. Not just my grandparents, but I’d say the people who lived during the times my grandparents were alive. I’m talking about that fifty year period at the beginning of the 20th Century. I could probably include people from earlier centuries, but they were not occupying my thinking processes. My grandparents, and those who lived when they did, were.
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The next morning I woke up hungry. Early and hungry. I’m pretty sure Tommy was starving, too, because he was in an all-fired up hurry to check out of that motel, and get on down the road. I’m sure the excitement of the trip itself had something to do with it, as well.
When we walked out the door of that room, and let it slam behind us, it was still o-dark thirty. There was a decent looking cafe across the street, but we would have had to wait another hour and a half for it to open. Anyway, Tommy assured me there was a place he’d read about not far away, and they served a top-rate plate of food. At least, that’s what the reviews said, according Tommy. Thinking back on it, I’m not sure he even read the reviews.