It’s tough...I keep thinking I hear her walking around the house, and sometimes I see her out of the corner of my eye. We had a long discussion about this in the canteen last night...I guess it is a very common occurrence.
Anyway, my FRiends and neighbors have been wonderful, and i framed a pencil sketch that i did of Lynn-Dah a few months ago. It looks great up on the wall with some vintage B & W Family photos.
It’s a little chilly, but beautiful out, so I have been getting a lot of Motorcycle Riding in, before it gets too cold to ride.
It is almost time to put Blue into hibernation in my brother’s heated garage.
Then I won’t have Blue or Lynn-Dah.
But at least I will still have my beautiful guitar, named “Les”.
My Bike, my Guitar, and my Dog were the three things I brought with me from Florida.
We tend to think that everybody in the revolutionary era knew how to ride horseback. There's a difference between hitching a horse to a wagon and controlling him from his back. John Adams, for example, hated horses and never learned how to ride. Paul Revere came to his basic horsemanship rather late in life, and once he did, he went riding every evening after closing down his silversmithy. He loved riding the back roads around Boston on horseback at high speed at night with the wind whistling through his hair. If you were walking along the road at night and somebody rode past you at high speed, it was perfectly safe to call out, "Oh, good evening, Mr. Revere!"
When the boys got together at St. Andrews Masonic Lodge to decide who would ride out and give notice that the British regulars were on the way, I have this mental image of Revere raising his hand and going, "Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!"
Unfortunately, that evening, a British patrol was out with their radar guns and pulled Paul over for speeding.
Are you looking at getting another dog?