And I will pray for you and your health, Granny. I worry about you up there in the desert. I wish you could be back in Wellton. I know it's hot there, but it's probably better than the Kingman area, I'd hope there are fewer drugs, but who knows now.
I can tell you are a soul full of love for everyone you meet because you always wish them the best. The world needs more people like you, truly. I'm not just saying that. Please take care of yourself. and don't let Scott's dog lie on your oxygen tubing.
That drug law, along with EPA regulations, are going to be the death of real estate values. Land can be worth less than zero. It's a terrible shame.
And I will pray for you and your health, Granny. I worry about you up there in the desert. I wish you could be back in Wellton. I know it’s hot there, but it’s probably better than the Kingman area, I’d hope there are fewer drugs, but who knows now.<<<
When I stop laughing, I will say thank you for every prayer.
We no longer own the property in Wellton and the folks that I knew and loved are all dead now.
Our property was on the path to Mexico, we watched the dope travel that road for years, many with a local cop who only laughed if you told him what you saw, then we got rid of him and got good men in.
If they wanted to know the way to make the pickup, they stopped at our place and asked.
One night, I hung a blinking light Christmas decoration in the end window of the mobile, and an airplane almost landed on my mobile.
I woke up Bill and he said if I thought a plane was in trouble take the dogs and go look...LOL, we all knew to not wake Bill up, he could not handle being woken up and it made him feel bad the next day.
The next day, an old timer stopped by, I told him what had happened and he showed me where one of the WW2 landing strips was and sure enough, the dopers were landing and shifting loads, a mile or so from our mobile.
Even the Feds did not know it was there.
And every night, as I milked, the space ship left its secret base and flew right over my head, to reach the testing grounds, as a bombing range joined our property.
In Wellton, we all knew that the space ship had Air Force pilots, one of Bill’s bosses was in the Air Force with them and still saw them, he was also a cop, so the cops knew ...I found out.
But the hardest I ever laughed, was listening to the Sheriff’s Deputies chase it one night in Yuma.
A Lady called and reported it and every deputy had a wise remark to make........and then a deputy saw it and the chase was on.
When I worked at the court, I bought a radio that picked up Yuma cops, as we rotated the weekend court locations and it was our turn, all too often.
It was on that radio, that I listened to my first riot call, they had a call a riot had erupted, called up every cop in town and I could almost hear the sirens 40 miles away.
And then utter quiet.
And then a tired voice says: “Cancel the others, they are not needed, it is, it is, its a Sunday School Class, playing basketball in the Pastors swimming pool.”