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Mark, his father, and I were driving back from Fredericksburg, Texas when the alternator on the car went out.  (Image Credit: Mark Young)
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With all due respect to MaryAnne Leffel, Monterey Airport Board Member and advocate for Woody’s Restaurant and Bar . . .  Sharing a picture of my brothers, sister, Dad, and I as I think back to the last two weeks . . .  Austin's Uncommon Objects shows up on aficionados' lists of the country's best place to shop for antiques, and it absolutely lives up to its name.  Mark and I spent a couple of days in Austin on our way to spend time with his father and family over Father's Day.  I'm catching up with a post about a trip Mark and I took with his dad when in Texas. Here's the two of them:   A while after Mark and I moved to North Carolina, I thought about which state felt like "home" to me, and I came to a similar conclusion: home is where Mark is.
“Let future generations understand the burden and the blessings of freedom. Let them say we stood where duty required us to stand.” George H. W. Bush, 1991  The portion of our trip to the George H.W. Bush Presidential Library that made me cry was the traveling exhibit dedicated to Nelson Mandela.  We left the Bulverde area of San Antonio after a long hug with my dad, a hug and thank you to my sister, and handshake with my brother-in-law. Cheri had the road atlas in her lap and I had the wheel in hand and we started heading east. After driving through Geronimo, we made our first stop:  My buddy Ross said he knew of some very interesting photography possibilities in Bogota, and while it may seem very far south from Jefferson, Texas, he assured me it would not take more than an hour to get there, and he was right.  It was raining, and fairly cold outside, but not to worry. We parked just behind this truck and went inside.  |
