This morning I was at our country house and outside having coffee with Bill Bennett, via is blog. As most of you know, Bill is an Austalian film producer and director, author, and photographer and all round accomplished guy. We became great friends, half a world away last year through our respective blos, and then met person to person in April as we walked part of the Portuguese Camino from Porto, Portugal to Santiago de Compostela, Spain. And finally, he is in the states raising money for a new film he is directing on what he calls Personal Guidence System (Intuition). Jill and I are his first investors. We met again in Palm Springs, California last week with Jill. A great time was had by all.
But back to this morning. After a little communication back and forth, I realized how great Bill is at finding interest in little everyday things and simple photographs. So, I took a picture of my iPad and coffee that were connecting me to Bill. A simple thing in a simple country setting.
Soon I was joined with my “almost brother-in-law, Doug Gill and my sister Lynn Langham. They had been in Kerrville playing at a music festival and were on their way back to Nashville, TN.
I hitched a ride with them to the country place as my motorcycle was there and I wanted to get it back to Houston where I will be living permanently when my new condo closes this month.
Now the interesting thing about these talented singer/songwriters is that Don Williams, who has been recording for 50 years put a song Doug wrote, “I Just Come Here for the Music” on his latest album, and the song was one of the top five nominated for a grammy in 2013. Don is cutting another album this year and Doug's song “Stronger Back” will be featured on it. Lynn wrote song called “Old Yeller Moon” which is the title song of Emmy Lou Harris' last album of the same name. This album won Americana album of the year at the 2014 Grammys. Nice to have that talent in the family. Before they headed out to Tennessee, we had a country breakfast of bacon, eggs, hash browns, pancakes, and coffee. Now Bill would have taken a picture of the food. I am still learning.
So, after sending them off to Tennessee, I went back to the house, loaded up the bike and cranked it only to hear click, click, click. Sitting most of the winter took it's toll on the battery, so the next bit of time was spent putting a battery charger on the bike.
So, while waiting for the bike to charge I drove in the pickup about 20 miles to the little town of Arp where I was given a speed trap ticket on March 8th. Not having a ticket in years, I elected to take defensive driving and get it dismissed, which I have accomplished, but needed to take the completion certificate to court for the final dismissal. A nice way to spend an hour or two while the bike charged. Thinking again what would Bill do, I asked the clerk if she would let me take her picture. I thought I was going to be arrested. How does Bill get all these folks to pose. She said I could take a picture of the building. So…..
Now you have seen downtown Arp. Watch your speed there.
Returning home I decided to give the bike a little more time to charge, so dropped some scrap iron off at a neighbor's place who crushes and sells such things. Last year while practice walking a Great Pyrenees puppy started following and walking with me along country roads. He was homeless, and I would have kept him if I was at the country house full time. Since I was not, one of my neighbors adopted him, but he seems to favor the neighbor close to him who has another dog named Fred. Well, to this day, when I go for a walk along the country roads Sarge and Fred accompany me. Well, when I want to the scrap dealer's place today Sarge and Fred ran up to greet me. I felt like an Afganistan veteran returning home and seeing his dog. Sarge, all 120 pounds of him, is just all over me anytime I have not seen him for a while. Crying, whining, jumping and slobbering all over me. We really have a special bond.
Unfortunately, the scrap dealer decided to give Sarge a summer haircut. Here he is with Fred. He looks like an albino lion.
I returned home, accompanied by Sarge and Fred, and put the bike back together and made my way to Houston without further incident. It was a hot 3 ½ hour ride. I need to get used to it though, because I am planning a trip to the Sturgis bike rally in August combined with my usual meanderings through Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming, Utah, Colorado and New Mexico. Probably be a bit over two weeks and between 4 and 5 thousand miles. Maybe that will provide a more interesting blog.
This blog reminds me of people who want to tell you what they had for breakfast on Facebook, but it is a start, and I promised myself and Bill that I would write a blog today. One day at a time, huh? Promise I will improve.