My friend Old Fogy says I write best when I write about myself. Sometimes my life is so boring I don’t have much to tell. But this week I have too much to tell. I can’t tell which part to save for another week.
I did go to Little Rock to hear my soon-to-be world traveler, Italy opera singer grandson Beau, perform in a recital. I was in the company of son Doug and my two other world-traveler grandchildren, Jonathan and Laken. Of course he was great. I’d probably think so even if he wasn’t, but I can assure you, he really was exceptional.
The next day Jonathan and Laken and I went to Dallas to see the BodyWorlds, “an anatomical exhibition of real human bodies.” These bodies were donated by their previous owners, not snatched, which made me feel better about the whole thing. This fellow, Gunther von Hagens, invented something called Plastination, where through a long process, he can preserve everything about the human body intact except the eyeballs. He has them posed in lifelike poses, with cut-aways where you can see every part, bones, organs, muscles, nerves, veins, everything. Jonathan is going to be a doctor, so he just really loved it. They wouldn’t let you take a camera in. I wish I could have, in order to get a picture of Jonathan gaping at everything.
Saturday was a big day. Daughter Liz and I went flea market shopping. We walked around Big Daddy’s buying things and telling folks we’d be back to pick them up in Liz’s Suburban. We nearly forgot some of the places where we had stuff, and just about ran out of room. I finally picked up a Jenn-aire range top I’d bought for Liz that she decided wouldn’t work, that we were hoping the vendor would sell to somebody else. Now I’m going to use it in my new – well, new to me – house, which I’ll get around to telling you about in a minute.
Carl joined us for lunch at McClain’s, our favorite place to eat when we are in that direction. I told him about a travel trailer I’d seen advertised in a flea market booth.
I want Carl to have a trailer here at my place in the country, so he’ll stay out here more and tend to his darn horses.
Then we headed to Athens for an afternoon showing of “Shrek III” with all of Liz’s family. (We go while the tickets are cheap.) We were nearly late.
After the movie, Carl and I went to look at the trailer. It looked great, and the owner haggled himself down to an even better price than advertised. Carl bought it. Not only can he camp down here near his horses, he can take it on his week-long Indian gatherings.
Speaking of his Indian gatherings, after buying the trailer, we picked up our toothbrushes and headed to Lampasas where he will be doing this once-a-year thing soon. He needed to check on things, he said, and I guess I was in the habit of traveling this week and couldn’t stop.
We found a motel late, and next morning headed way out in the hills to the encampment, where we found a creek too high to pass, so we headed to Fredricksburg, where we visited our friend, Bill Kilpatrick, who has become an import mogul. He and Carl once bought a little trolley together in Jefferson. Bill ran it there for a while, pulling tourists around town, then moved to Fredricksburg where he did well with it. Then somebody asked if they could put some Mexican wrought iron in front of his place and sell it on consignment. That did so well Bill decided to sell the stuff himself, and gradually grew into a big store, selling both the regular stuff you see everywhere as well as some very unique and expensive furniture and accessories, some of them costing thousands. He no longer runs the trolley, which has aged considerably, and gave the engine to Carl several years ago, for part of his equity. It has set behind the nursing home for several years, since Carl didn’t really know what to do with it. Now Cedar Lake thinks it would be a great PR vehicle if we can get it running. We could take it to parades and the Corn Bread Festival. We were there to try to get the other part – the part where riders sit. Kilpatrick had sort of loaned it out, and when we found it, it was not a pretty sight.