return to the scene of the crime (high school)
the road to shreveport.
since we had our crazy dogs with us and our friends home is dog-free, we camped at diamond jack's casino RV lot. we also picked up another e39 some where between cleburne and shreveport.
not good. this is an indication of front end seperation.
"CHEERS!" at The Oyster Bar
things are much calmer now that each kids has their own nintendo DS lite. it's like kiddie suspended animation.
she's getting good use of the hat she got for xmas.
that is milk in her hand.
the kids had their nintedos on tag mode so they could send each other messages (even though they are sitting next to each other). they were suprised to get a message from some other girl sitting somewhere in the restaurant who was also playing on her nintendo. they found her, parents waved and then we had a fifth nintendo wielding child at our table. that is elementary level online social networking in action.
no trip to shreveport would feel complete without a stop at superior grill.
preparing for winter hibernation/abstinence
the dude did attend his high school facebook mini-reunion. he suspected he wouldn't recognize or remember most of them so he took his own posse along.
CMoore giving the cocktail the dipstick test.
the dude met some girls who said they were part of his graduating high school class.
the red river ran behind our RV camp site. we took marvin for a walk along the muddy bank.
the front end seperation became worse. I could see the front of the airstream hopping off the frame. it looked like a pac-man. I stopped at a walmart near palestine and bought a drill and convinced them to let me run extension cords from the garden center. I managed to get some bolts and screws in to help, but not fix the problem. I bought some tin snips to cut away the banana wrap that had started to drag in the road. we made it home using the slow and steady method.
we limped home.