Gunny Walker

  Well, I'm off for Texas today. It's nearing the last time that the airport can change the seats so basically, I'm just writing this to kill the last ten minutes to wait for up dates. I'm a little nervous about this trip. I planned it completely over the internet. I have no tickets for the flight, no receipt for the rooms, no certainty of the car I reserved. This is a big leap of faith and human ignorance as programmed by computers can make a pretty large expanse. So if you don't hear from me later tonight you can know that something screwed up along the way.
  I'm taking the trip with MeMa. I'm sure that there will be plenty of stories to tell on this trip. MeMa is a laugh a minute whenever we go on trips together. Some of her previous hilarity includes...

GW: Hey, here's the Natchez Trace Parkway!
MM: Yeah, we could get on that and ride it all the way home. I thiink that it goes a little farther south, though.
GW:No MeMa, I think that this pretty much the end.
MM: No, it goes further south.
GW:No MeMa it doesn't. First off there's only one on ramp, second off were in Natchez, Mississippi.

MM: That new woman, I think she is Mormon, the other day she was walking dog and fell down the hill. I think that she was trying get her dog.
GW: Was she hurt?
MM: She fell down three times.
GW: Man.
MM: Sometimes you just got to stay down.

But it's just not all funny stuff. Sometimes I learn interesting information about my family from these trips with MeMa. Such as...

• Uncle Earl is really my uncle.
  
• My other Uncle Earl wouldn't without his special fork.
  
• MY other, other Uncle Earl is no relation, just a babysitter.

  I never said it was educational. Trips with MeMa are rarely educational. That's all for now until Houston. See ya'll in Clearlake.