Gene's friend George came by this afternoon. He teaches history at the prison where Gene works and is from Dripping Springs Texas...our old neck of the woods! He was on his way home from a motorcycle rally in Ruidoso New Mexico and had his pal Gareth with him.
Gareth is a mason by trade....hails from England and here is his amusing story:
Two years ago he was on a cross country bicycle tour with two friends. They got to Pyote (pop. about 400) and stopped at Aunt Jackie's honky tonk bar for a beer. Connie the owner and barmaid was amazed that 3 English guys were in her bar....she proceeded to call everyone she could think of to come and meet them. Then she let them stay in the trailer that is in the back of the beer garden. The next day this regular (Ray) who is always at Aunt Jackie's invited them to his house to stay as long as they liked. Gareth ended up falling in love with the town (what the hell?) and stayed 4 weeks. He likes how friendly everyone is and the wide open spaces...does he mean the "nothingness"? His friends proclaimed him daft and left him and bicycled out of there. Then Gareth came back to Texas the next year and spent 6 weeks in Pyote...this is his 3rd visit and he's been here for a few months and might stay for good. He does not drive a car...at all and never has. He thinks all the locals are strange and wonderful...and they think the same of him.
Gene taught him to play horseshoes and washers....he liked washers the best and said he'll practice and be back soon for another match.
George insists that the West Texas State School is going to close down in March. Gene said George's beer bottle is always half empty and that his (Gene's) is always half full.
O.K....this is pretty weird. I have missing pills. Every morning I take 2 pills and put the other 2 in a little dish on the kitchen counter so that I'll remember to take them in the evening. Three times this past week when I go to take the evening pills...one is missing. Is it a bug? Is it a mouse? Is it a ghost? What's YOUR guess?
I better abruptly end this and go to bed.
Love, Mary
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