So I loaded up the rental car this morning, then went over to the old folks home and loaded up the old broad, and set off with Wallie on the first leg of the journey. Wallie was not a happy camper. Mother was sitting in his front seat and just would not move! Nor would she free her lap for his use. He sulked in the back seat for hours until he finally brightened up when I told him she would be gone tomorrow. Not much to say about this leg of he trip, as it was endless Interstate for six hours. My plan is to use the first day and a half to get to where the real trip starts, ie Maryland. Then we go off interstate and emulate John Steinbeck. Travel secondary roads as much as possible looking for a place for two old farts to spend winters in their declining years.
The pictures are of Wallie getting ready for the long journey, and my niece Marion and her dog Sadie. Wallie has made Sadie's life a living hell since we got to our rest stop.
You're not 59! Why are you passing yourself off as 59? Wallie has a seat belt of some kind, I hope.
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