Marathon TX. Coming back home from White Sands. Had to stop it was raining like he’ll. Little motel (the kind where you have a little carport) I was wet and smelled diesel fuel. Work truck wouldn’t fit in. Bombarded by hail. It was Thanksgiving eve. Owners were very nice and gave me cardboard for the truck and Dawn soap for me and clothes. And fed me some chicken and rice and beans.
I got more...hurricane Ike was a sonofabitch
I’ll just PM you
Looking forward! My grandfather prospected White Sands but I don’t think I’ve ever driven thru it. People can be so good. When things get tough you forget the tough and they become war stories. What you remember are the kindnesses.