Love to know - where the hell ARE you?
Dear Loved One
You guessed it. 100+ every day here makes it feel like Helen has fallen into Hades, something you all know Helen would try to avoid for herself (though she is not opposed to giving a little of it to deserving others!).
I am sitting in a McDonald's in Enid, Oklahoma listening to country music circa 1989, with Fox News on the flat screen and inspiring the curiosity of the others by actually using the free wi-fi. It truly is another world. (Road pics are in the camera packed in the trunk but will have loads of wonderment when I return next Monday) I love this town but may be a bit more suited for this Enid these days:
|Vintage Enid Collins bag 1963 - It Grows on Trees!|
So it's no day at the beach:
|This is for a railroad line - if sex sells, then we're sold, never mind one rarely thinks of taking a rail tour in a bikini (Helen prefers a one piece and sarong!)|
|From a 1950s Holiday magazine and yet I see characters I could pick out at any resort today, how about you? Hint:Helen is the one with the great hair... no, not the one with the beard.|
at least I'm steering clear of the usual pricks that irriate my daily life.
|I may be stuck in the middle of nowhere but I'll be danged if I'll use that an excuse not to look fabulous.|
Have found more awful things for sale, and some amazing ones that are priceless - including some breathtaking photography taken by my long departed Uncle George Shorter that I can't wait to share with y'all. And to top it off, I fed a goat with a bottle this morning.
No, NOT an old goat and a booze bottle and little adorable baby goat.
Now off to spend a few days with the people who made me who I am... speaking of people who deserve Helen to give them hell!
Have a lovely week, Loved Ones! And stay cool.