I was a little surprised by the minor furor yesterday's post stirred up. So, I decided to expand on the reasons that I'm becoming a full-time RV'er. I no longer have any desire to be tethered to any location. I don't want to maintain anything but my truck and my toy hauler. (and of course, the Harley). I don't want to pay any more property tax, mow anybody's yard, or spend another minute painting on my house. I've had nearly a quarter of a century in this location, but the time has come to move on! Not only do I want to go see my children and grandchildren up in Northern California, I want to revisit with my brother and his family in Palm Coast, Florida. I also want to see my family and my friends that live in Austin, Texas. I want to wake up in a pine forest again, or see the sunset from Mallory beach in Key West Florida. I'm ready for another lobsta' dinner in Maine, or green chile stew at the Little Chief Café in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Basically, I've always had a wanderlust. That's evident by the fact that I have been in two-thirds of the States, and 11 foreign countries.
I did curtail my traveling lust some by accepting heaps of responsibility the last 2 1/2 decades. With that said, and with those responsibilities taken care of, I'm going to head out on the road. Although I have many lifelong friends here in Texas, my family here either moved or passed away. My time has come to follow my dreams. That's it, plain and simple. I listen to this following video quite often, and I think you will remember it.....
I just got back from an 800 mile Harley ride.
I guess I'm a slave to my wonderin' ways.
I am already yearning to wander again.
I was born the next of kin to the wayward wind. Let's roll!
The computer guy just called me, and had sent me a file for a universal audio bus driver. Did you know your computer had a bus driver? Well it does. I need me some good old rock 'n roll, and don't you?
I am still working on my other dang computer. It's funny, I thought about sacrificing a chicken, since that's what I want to have for dinner. Does it count if it's already wrapped up in plastic? I met this guy back in the 1990s. My buddy was playing drums for him. It was at a club in downtown Dallas called Deep Ellum. He was opening for Buddy Guy. His name is John Campbell, and unfortunately, he has passed away. I was told that he did sacrifice chickens before each concert. I got to meet Buddy Guy, too, which was absolutely awesome for me, for I have been a fan of his for many years.
Time to saddle up my
I really do want to thank everyone of you for stopping by. I have noticed by my audience stats that I have visitors from other countries. Germany, Israel, the Philippines, Thailand, and quite a few others. If you are a reader from the foreign lands, leave a comment and say hello. I'd love to hear from you.