RSVP My Beto Victory Party Tonight

Henry F.'s favorite uncle, my favorite nephew Jason, also known as Spencer J.'s dad, texted me this afternoon asking that which you see here.

Even if Texas continues its streak of Zero Days without being a National Embarrassment by re-electing Creepy Cruz, who the Houston Chronicle characterized as having a repellent personality, Beto O'Rourke still wins, because his race to return sanity to Texas has made him a national, and international figure.

If Beto does defeat Cruz there will be celebrating tonight in Texas, and across America.

The deplorable sorts who don't get why most Americans, and probably most Texans, are repelled by Cruz, due to his multiple reptilian attributes, will not be able to comprehend why a Beto win would be a win for all that is good about America.

During the course of this current election I have heard from many people from other states asking about Cruz. None of those I have heard from can comprehend why Texans elected the smarmy Canadian Cuban American Cruz in the first place, and totally do not get why they would re-elect him.

Just the sound of his voice repels many people. Let alone the words that voice utters.

The utter idiocy of some of the Cruz supporters which I see reflected on my Facebook feed is truly troubling. Total cluelessness. How, the deplorables ask, can Texans support someone like Beto, a candidate of the sort failed states like New York and California would support and have supported via contributing to the Beto campaign.

Yes, I have read morons referring to New York and California as failed states. Because, don't you know, oodles of New Yorkers and Californians have escaped their state's failed policies by running to Texas, where they are so stupid they now want to impose, via electing Beto, the same type socialist Venezuelan type government that has ruined New York and California.

I am not making this up. There are actually Texans stupid enough to believe such things. Too ignorant to know the California economy is doing quite well. California schools perform well, unlike Texas schools, which perform at the bottom of the American states. Many of the Californians and New Yorkers, and those from other states who move to Texas, do so because successful businesses in their states are expanding or opening new operations in Texas.

My old home state of Washington also sees a lot of Californians moving there, for the same reason, with Facebook and Google and others opening operations in Washington. Those Californians are not moving to Washington to escape those horrible progressive liberal California ways, what with Washington being even more progressive and liberal than California.

Texas suffers due to the poor education of many of its citizens, with the resulting wanton ignorance being reflected in the nonsense they spout about someone like Beto O'Rourke being just too Blue for Red Texas, with zero awareness that millions of Texans are just as Blue as me. Or Bluer.

I'm hoping for a good outcome tonight. But, I am prepared to be disappointed...

Heavy Wichita Bluff Nature Area Walk With Shrinking Resolve

This morning I returned to the Wichita Bluffs Nature Area section of the Wichita Falls Circle Trail to have my first long walk in about a month.

Unless one counts rolling Miss Daisy around Arizona as walking.

I returned from Arizona with a big new scale of the weighing oneself type.

When I left Texas, heading to Arizona a month ago, my old scale had me thinking I weighed around 190 pounds.

The big new scale has given me more accurate weight feedback, letting me know I weigh no where near 190. Instead add about 20 pounds to that 190.

Finally an explanation why pants which used to fit loose at 190 no longer did so.

That and being crammed inside an airplane had become more uncomfortable. I blamed this on American Airlines stingy seating for being the reason I was not as comfortable as when flying Southwest in 2012.

So, this being well over 200 pounds is not the biggest shock brought by the new scale.

Big Ed, who is bigger than me in the number of inches tall department, thought he weighed around 220, which is what he was told the last time a doctor examined him. Everyone who saw Big Ed in Arizona, who had not seen him in years, remarked regarding how skinny he looked.

Well.

Big Ed got on the new scale which revealed the shocking news that Big Ed weighs 195.

15 pounds less than me.

I have become a porky pig without realizing it.

And so, I am now on a mission to shrink to well below 200, so that the next time I cram myself into an airplane seat it feels roomy to me, like was the case way back in 2012.

Anyway, the walk among the Wichita Bluffs was quite pleasant today. Scenic with fall colors. There were more fellow walkers than I had previously experienced at this location. And one roller blader.

Maybe I should look into getting myself roller blades....

Alamogordo Si Senor Big Ed First Visit To Modern America In 16 Years Interview

The few who read this blog have read mention made of the fact that in October Big Ed returned to Modern America for the first time in 16 years.

That journey to Modern America began four Sundays ago.

For 16 years Big Ed has only been in Texas, with the one exception being a short excursion into Oklahoma.

Big Ed's last look at Modern America was a two week stay in Seattle, way back in 2002.

Big Ed has been to areas of Texas which are sort of like Modern America. Such as Austin, and Southlake and a couple other Dallas/Fort Worth suburbs. But most of those 16 years of exile from Modern America have been spent in Fort Worth, which most definitely is a town that bears little resemblance to Modern America.

An overnight stay in Alamogordo, New Mexico, on the way back to Texas, found Big Ed and me in a New Mexico Mexican restaurant called CJ's Si Senor. The motel manager recommended Si Senor whilst I was checking in. Years ago one of the best New Mexico Mexican restaurant experiences ever happened in Taos, at a restaurant called Fred's, which was recommended by that motel's manager whilst checking in.

Si Senor was good, but it was no Fred's.

At Si Senor I had the Chile Relleno platter, whilst Big Ed had the Mucha Macho Grande Platter. That may not be the precise name.

While waiting for the delivery of the Chile Relleno platter and the Mucha Macho platter I interviewed Big Ed about his impressions of his first trip to Modern America in 16 years.

What follows is the edited transcript of that interview....

Me: So, what did you think about seeing Modern America for the first time in 16 years?

Big Ed: I think I may have been experiencing culture shock.

Me: How so?

Big Ed: Well, No matter where we went I saw no litter. I do not think I saw a single piece of litter the entire time I was out of Texas.

Me: Yeah, I've previously made note of the same thing. I remember thinking such when driving back, solo, to Washington, and when I got to Colorado thinking everything looked new, clean and litter free.

Big Ed: On the drive to Arizona, somewhere west of Paducah, Texas, on Highway 70 we were behind a pickup which had litter blowing out of its bed. How many times have I joked that this is the Texas litter disposal method? I can't imagine someone doing such a thing in what you call Modern America.

Me: Well, I did see some litter floating in Elliot Bay, by the aquarium, the last time I walked the Seattle waterfront.

Big Ed: Probably was dropped by a visiting Texan.

Me: Does the word "landscaping" cause you to have anything to say.

Big Ed: I'd forgotten how Modern America cares about how their town's look. You don't see abandoned buildings in a rundown condition, like I see in Texas in towns like Fort Worth and Wichita Falls. And the streets are landscaped. With sidewalks. The freeways are landscaped. The overall look makes it like you're in some sort of park. Sidewalks on both sides of wide boulevards, with wide landscaped medians between the sidewalks and roads. Can you imagine an Arizona freeway exit to a tourist attraction being a littered weed covered mess like the freeway exits to the Fort Worth Stockyards? No, that just would not happen in Modern America.

Me: You are forgetting when my brother drove us to see that Copper Mine by Superior and the rundown borderline ghost towns along the road there and beyond.

Big Ed: Yeah, but there was a reason. Those towns were well past their heyday. They were not big cities, like Fort Worth, or even Wichita Falls, towns with multiple abandoned building eyesores of the sort towns in Modern America do not tolerate.

Me: Well, you know, Texas is all about freedom. You can not tell someone to tear down their abandoned eyesore building. Or to pick up their litter.

Big Ed: Yeah, the concept of freedom in Texas, well, with way too many Texans, is way too restrictive. Arizona was the first time I experienced liquor sold in grocery stores since the last time I was in California. And now such is pretty universal on the west coast, I think. I've not been there, but I've heard reports. That and marijuana is legal. Unlike Texas. Freedom in Texas has a lot of restrictions.

Me: I don't remember if I pointed out any of the Arizona medicinal marijuana dispensaries when we were in Arizona. Washington now has pot stores, like little Starbucks kiosks. You've not seen that either. You really need to return to Modern America more often. It broadens your thinking as to what is possible.

Big Ed: Correct me if I am wrong. But were you not a bit appalled at what you saw your most recent visit to the Washington version of Modern America.

Me: That is true. The growth in the Puget Sound zone has created traffic woes of the likes I never previously experienced. Five hours to get from Tacoma to Birch Bay by the Canadian border. The homeless camps along the freeway as you drive through Seattle. All the construction cranes in Seattle. Seeing a skyline greatly altered from the last time I saw it in 2008. The skyline of sleepy Fort Worth has pretty much not changed the entire time I have looked at it. Stuck in neutral all of this century.

Big Ed: You forget, they did build that weird looking convention center hotel.

Me: Yeah, that did add greatly to the stunning skyline of downtown Fort Worth. What other culture shock type reactions did you have being back in Modern America?

Big Ed: Well, you made mention of it and I thought you were exaggerating. But, after spending so many years seeing so many BIG Texans it really does look like someone has let the air out of people when you see most people not being plus sized.

Me: I remember the first time I had that reaction. It was flying back to Washington. I got picked up at the airport and brought to downtown Seattle before being brought to where I was staying in Kent. We went to a gallery in Pioneer Square to deliver some goods. The streets were teeming with people. And I remarked to the gallery owner that it looked like someone had let the air out of the people.

Big Ed: And in a similar vein, in Arizona I don't recollect seeing any people dressed like those in those "People of Walmart" photos you see on Facebook. And way fewer tattoos and weird body piercing. It's like the hinterland misinterprets what's trendy on the coasts and goes overboard with it.

Me: I have had a similar reaction each time I am back in Arizona, and particularly when I am back in Washington. Like the last time, August of 2017, David, Theo and Ruby picked me up at Sea-Tac and to wait out the I-5 traffic we went to a restaurant as Southcenter, then walked the mall. Pretty much everyone I saw looked stylish, non-slobbish.

Big Ed: It is probably in bad taste to make such observations.

Me: Yeah, but it is true, so what you gonna do? Pretend your eyes don't see what they see?

Big Ed: Another thing which I found interesting was how the urban planning in the Phoenix area is ahead of development. Time and time again we came upon developments being readied for new homes or apartments, with the infrastructure in place, the roads, the utilities, the sidewalks, the landscaping.

Me: Well, it helps that they have a nice flat desert to work with.

Big Ed: And Chandler, where we spent most of our time. Population around a quarter million, compared to Fort Worth's population of almost a million. Chandler's boulevards and parks and shopping areas were all efficiently planned and good looking. Chandler has what? Six public swimming  pools, of the big waterpark sort? Fort Worth closed all its public pools. And all the Chandler parks we went to were so well designed. And all with modern facilities.  Unlike the outhouse norm of Fort Worth. And all the paved trails all over the towns of the Phoenix area, some along side canals, with lighting for after dark biking or running.

Me: It does seems odd that areas of America can be so different.

Big Ed: The massive Intel complex was another eye opener. I remember when Fort Worth tried to land that, using all sorts of incentives, including building a new overpass over I-35 to connect to the land Intel might build on. This was across the street from where I was located at the time, in Haslet. Seeing Chandler, how could any sane person in Fort Worth think any corporation would choose to locate to Fort Worth when a town like Chandler was an option? And now, all these years later, that land where Intel was gonna build in Fort Worth is filled in with hundreds, maybe thousands of houses, all built without upgrading the road system to handle the traffic increase. Totally the opposite of how Arizona and Modern America seems to operate. And all that un-mitigated development, without proper drainage is one of the causes for massive flooding in creeks downstream in towns like Haltom City.

Me: That Intel development caused Chandler to boom, attracting other high tech stuff to locate alongside Intel on Dobson Boulevard. And massive residential developments built as a result of Intel coming to town. I don't get why Fort Worth thinks it can ever attract any big deal unless the town cleans itself up and modernizes. Don't see that happening. Too corrupt, too backwards. And then there is Chandler's neighbor, Tempe, which in recent years has seen multiple corporations relocate their headquarters to that booming college town.

Big Ed: Tempe was cool. I wouldn't mind living there. And another thing, about Chandler. so many water features for a town in the desert. So many beautiful grotto-like lakes and canals with homes and apartment complexes on the waterfronts. And so many waterfalls, all over Chandler. City planners in Wichita Falls need to visit Chandler and get inspired to install waterfalls all over Wichita Falls of the sort you see in Chandler.

Me: Wichita Falls city planners, and maybe Fort Worth's, if such exist, would get some good ideas by visiting the towns which make up the Phoenix metro area. Like historic downtown Gilbert. Wichita Falls could emulate downtown Gilbert in the Wichita Falls downtown, making for a vibrant place people would wanna hang out in.

Big Ed: Don't see that happening. Wichita Falls, and Fort Worth, and much of Texas suffers from, I dunno how to say it other than say it suffers from too much of a Republican mentality. Backwards, non-progressive and lacking in imagination.

Me: Here comes dinner. Time to shut up and eat....

Visiting Santa's Wichita Falls Outhouse Long Before Christmas

When I rolled into town, specifically, Wichita Falls, on Tuesday, soon before the sun set for the day, I was surprised to see the annual Midwestern State University Christmas installations already being installed.

On the day before Halloween.

A few days prior I was surprised, whilst rolling Miss Daisy, to see Christmas trees on display in Arizona. I think this was in Costco, but I don't remember for sure. I do remember they were the artificial version of a Christmas tree, not the authentic real evergreen type Christmas tree.

Today for the first time since early in October I rolled my bike wheels to the MSU campus and parked the bike's handlebars in the location where that aforementioned Christmas installation is in installation mode.

In the photo documentation my handlebars are pointed at what may be Santa's Outhouse. I think, if memory serves, that last year I suggested this may be some sort of Wichita Falls homage to Fort Worth, the town known as the Outhouse Capital of the Modern World.

I suspect that likely is maybe not the case, and that this is simply Santa's Outhouse.

Wondering Why Jim Lane Is So Worried About A Trinity River Vision Forensic Audit

Two days ago I saw that which you see here on the front page of the online version of the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.

A day later the article had disappeared from the front page and it took some looking before I found it again.

The article details a current issue in Fort Worth which one would think would remain front page worthy and also worthy of a continuing series of articles of the investigative journalism sort.

The article is about the latest chapter in the ongoing scandal which has become America's Biggest Boondoggle, also known as the Trinity River Central City Uptown Panther Island District Vision.

You can read this article by going to Tarrant water district tells Panther Island to consider review of project, that is, unless the Star-Telegram has now totally removed the article.

Recently America's Biggest Boondoggle has seemed to have reached a tipping point where some Fort Worth officials, of the mayor of the town sort, realize something is dire wrong with how the Trinity River Vision is being seen, or not seen, what with the slow motion way the pseudo public works project has dawdled along for most of this century.

Now, let's go through this article from the Star-Telegram and point out a thing or two...

The first paragraph---

Facing questions about the oversight of Panther Island — a $1.16 billion flood control project with development potential that failed to receive federal funding this fiscal year — the Tarrant Regional Water District’s board of directors Tuesday recommended an independent review.

Facing questions? What questions? Why are those questions not detailed? Oversight? Does this mean the questions being asked have to do with the Boondoggle's inept executive directing, which many blame for the Trinity River Vision debacle. With the oversight entity in mind being TRVA Executive Director, J.D. Granger. He being the unqualified to oversee such a project son of Fort Worth Congresswoman, Kay Granger?

A $1.16 billion flood control project with development potential? So, now the Star-Telegram is changing how this project has been described from the start, that being as a "Flood Control and Economic Development Plan".

Flood control? Where there has been no flood for well over a half century, due to levees already in place, which have done the job they were intended to do. Whilst other areas of Fort Worth regularly flood due to extremely incompetent urban planning.

And now the Star-Telegram characterizes the "Economic Development" part of this plan to only being development potential? Apparently the Star-Telegram is starting to realize there is little potential the industrial wasteland at the heart of the imaginary island will ever amount to anything economically viable.

Jim Lane is one of the Tarrant Regional Water District board members. He and fellow board member, Marty Leonard, were the beneficiaries of the inflated vote totals which suspiciously re-elected the pair to the board, in the election fraud which triggered the biggest investigation of such fraud in Texas state history.

Some suspected the TRWD board majority was willing to go to any length needed to keep control of the TRWD board and deny then fellow board member, Mary Kelleher, two allies which could force the board to open the books to the public so as to see where the money has gone and who benefited from that money.

So, it is likely there are a number of reasons Jim Lane was so feisty, as reported in the Tarrant water district tells Panther Island to consider review of project article, about the multiple calls for some sort of forensic audit of the Trinity River Vision project and the management of the Trinity River Vision.

If memory serves correctly Jim Lane has been involved in multiple TRWD/TRVA shenanigans involving financial transactions.

Such as Jim Lane orchestrating the bail out of a friend. Something to do with the failed La Grave ballpark operation. Jim Lane's finagling over this resulted in millions of dollars changing hands somehow resulting in the world's first new drive-in movie theater of the 21st century. Oddly named Coyote rather than Panther Island, which seems to be the preferred label slapped on anything associated with that which has become America's Biggest Boondoggle.

Is Jim Lane worried about what an audit would reveal about multiple shady deals?

Worried about what an audit might reveal about how the TRWD and TRVA abused eminent domain to take property in the area where the Boondoggles's pitiful bridges have been being slowly built for years? With the victims of the eminent domain abuse not made whole, having to fight losing court battles against a corrupt Tarrant County system?

Is Jim Lane worried an audit would reveal how much money has been spent on Boondoggle propaganda, such as the ridiculous quarterly mailers detailing each three months lack of progress?

Or the money spent on all the Boondoggle's ridiculous signage?

Or all the Boondoggle's ridiculous websites?

Or on all the Boondoggle's ridiculous 'entertainment' features, such as the inner tube rockin' the polluted river floats, the subway maintenance shed turned into a beer hall, the ice rink, the embarrassing artwork, or the failed wakeboard park?

None of which has anything to do with flood control.

When will this nutty madness end, inquiring minds would really like to know...

This Morning I Voted After Trying To Get Texas To Let An Elderly Lady Vote For Beto

I knew when I exited Texas early in October that if all went as planned I would be back in Texas in time to vote on the last day of Early Voting.

And so I did so today.

This is the last day of Early Voting, isn't it? Or am I erroneous in that assumption?

No line waiting to vote in the Sikes Senter mall in which I do my voting, usually, unless the voting is relocated to some difficult to find location, which has happened twice since I have been voting in Wichita Falls.

There was only one person ahead of me, trying to vote, but the person who determines voting eligibility denied this person a ballot.

This was an elderly lady, looking to be at least 80, maybe in her 90s. She seemed to be firing on all cylinders. She said she had registered to vote online. The voting eligibility person told the elderly lady Texas had no online voter registering option.

I recollect that earlier in this election cycle there was some issue with people thinking they were registering to vote in Texas via an online method which was ruled not valid.

I asked the lady who was blocking the elderly lady from voting if she could vote via a provisional ballot, with her eligibility to vote to be determined later.

I was told there was no such provisional ballot means of voting.

I found this extremely offputting.

After voting I easily caught up with the elderly lady and asked why she was not already registered.

She said she'd move to Texas from Oklahoma five years ago. That she had been registered to vote in Oklahoma, and this was the first Texas election in which she felt compelled to vote.

And that she thought she had successfully registered to vote via an online sign up means.

Like I said, this lady fired on all cylinders, despite nearing being a century old.

I asked if her motivation had something to do with the Texas senate race.

Yes, she said, she wanted to vote for Beto. And that she finds Ted Cruz repulsive, as do most decent humans.

To deny this lady the ability to vote seems so wrong to me. How can the various states be so different regarding being allowed to vote? In Oregon if you are a citizen of the state, are 18 years old, you are mailed a ballot. You have to opt out of receiving a ballot, if you don't want one mailed to you.

To vote in Texas you have to go through a registration rigmarole. Then when you go to vote you have to show ID and your voter registration card. This time the ID was scanned by a new device I had not previously seen.

In Washington I was always mailed a ballot. I could opt to go to a polling place, or mail in my ballot.

In Arizona, my mom, who can not see, was mailed a ballot whilst I was there. I helped mom vote. Kyrsten Sinema for the win! And David Garcia.

It will be a relief to have this election over and done with. The mudslinging ads in Arizona were bizarre. And then the one night in New Mexico seeing New Mexico political ads, same thing. I am assuming since I am currently in a deeply red, backwards part of Texas, not much money is being spent on spewing mudslinging ads on the TV stations which serve this zone.

Though last night I thrice saw an absurdly stupid propaganda ad, aimed at morons, which ended with VOTE REPUBLICAN.

Home From Arizona Before Downpour Return From Dallas

Left Arizona Monday morning, stayed in Alamogordo Monday night, made it to Wichita Falls early Tuesday evening.

The route to Texas from Alamogordo was via Ruidoso.

Ruidoso is a village in the mountains of New Mexico.

I had long heard of Ruidoso, and was sort of assuming it was going to be a mountain ski resort type place, and sort of unique, like Taos. Maybe I missed the main show as I drove through Ruidoso. I saw no chair lifts waiting for snow such as I've seen in other ski zones.

Nonetheless, Ruidoso and the drive over those particular mountains was scenic. The route north via 70 skirted the northwest fringe of Roswell, missing the main town. I had been at Roswell years ago, with my main memory being attacked by ironclad beetles falling from the sky at sunset at a Burger King. Locals had warned of the impending danger, but I ignored the warnings until an ironclad beetle landed on my head. And then my Whopper.

The drive back from Arizona was pretty much drama free, unlike the drive to Arizona, the return saw zero rain.

Unlike today's wet return from DFW.

I have known for a month that the day after I returned from Arizona I would be getting up early to drive to the Dallas/Fort Worth mess. I mean Metroplex. I thought this would be vexing, instead a third day of driving turned out to be a breeze. In more ways than one.

Heading out of DFW an hour after noon, heading northwest towards Wichita Falls, prior to reaching Decatur, what some might characterize as ALL HELL broke loose. The sky suddenly turned dark, like the lights had been turned off. Lightning began flashing, but not in bolts. Thunder boomed.

And then rain. In downpour mode. So much rain that driving slowed to a crawl.

The crawl lasted for about 10 miles. Rain lasted all the way to Wichita Falls, but has now abated, a couple hours after reaching my current location. I am waiting for the flooded landscape to drain enough that I can make it to my vehicle to retrieve that which I left there in my rush to dodge drops and reach shelter.

Tomorrow will be my first 'normal' day in weeks. I'm sort of looking forward to it. I hope sufficient drying occurs that I can go on a bike ride.

And below is video I YouTubed, whilst I was in the midst of that aforementioned traffic slowing downpour...

Mexico City With David, Theo & Ruby With Big Ed In Alamogordo New Mexico

What are looking at here are my absolutely favorite niece, Ruby, and her brothers, my absolutely favorite nephews David and Theo.

In Mexico City.

Last night, as in Sunday night, David, Theo and Ruby's aunt Jackie and uncle Jack returned to Chandler from two weeks of cruising to Mexico and Disneyland, along with some other destinations.

David, Theo, Ruby, and their parental units met up with aunt Jackie and uncle Jack for three days of exhaustion in Disneyland.

Sunday the trio's parental units flew with them to Mexico City where David became dizzy at baggage claim and then fainted. With a fall opening up a gash on this chin requiring a rush to an Mexico City ER where David got stitched up.

And now, early evening in Alamogordo, at my current motel location, the wi-fi has brought me multiple photos from Mexico City, including the one you see above. If you look close you can see the bandage on David's chin.

Part of the text message accompanying the photos...

We visited the canals at Xochimilco this morning and stopped by the National University. We rode on a boat and had lunch, got serenaded by mariachi bands and bought things we didn’t need. It was a blast. Theo is climbing on giant letters in front of the central library which is covered in amazing tile murals. Did Jackie tell you that David passed out in baggage claim yesterday and fell face first? His chin is glued. Super scary but all seems well now. 

I must go find the photo of Theo doing giant letter climbing...

Driving Miss Daisy With Phoenix Area Self Driving Waymo

I do not remember if it was way back on my June and August of 2017 visits to the Phoenix area that I started seeing Waymo self driving cars being tested.

What I do know is during this current visit I have been seeing way more Waymos than previously seen on previous visits.

This last Sunday of the 2018 version of October, which is also the day before heading east towards Texas, I lost count of the number of Waymo encounters.

The Waymo you see in the photo documentation pulled up next to us whilst I was heading north on Arizona Avenue Or was it Alma School Road? With the Waymo pulling in to the left turn lane to turn onto Chandler Boulevard. Or was it Pecos?

Last night, after dark, we were heading south on Dobson when we were stopped by a red light at the intersection with Ocotillo, when a Waymo showed up making a turn from Ocotillo on to Dobson.

During the day it is not easy to see inside the Waymo. At night one could easily see the monitoring "driver" driving with his hands off the wheel as Waymo did the driving.

The driver being driven hands free of the wheel looks sort of weird. Miss Daisy does not approve of the concept of self driving cars. I would think she would embrace the idea.

I know today's episode of driving Miss Daisy had me wishing self driving cars were currently the norm. Just stick Miss Daisy in the car and tell it to take her on a drive. A long long drive.

Desert Breeze Driving Miss Daisy Railroad To Chandler Vintage Chevys

Miss Daisy is not slowing up on her daily directions to drive Miss Daisy to yet one more new location.

The Miss Daisy energy level today was a bit surprising, what with staying up way past midnight waiting for game three of the World Series to come to an end with a win by the Los Angeles Dodgers over the Boston Red Sox

So today, on this final Saturday of the 2018 version of October, and the last Saturday of this current visit to Arizona, Miss Daisy put on the possibility agenda either going to the Downtown Chandler Vintage Chevy event to look at some old Chevrolets.

Or to another of the Chandler city parks, this time the Desert Breeze Railroad Park.

Riding the Chandler railroad won out as today's first destination. Above you are seeing Big Ed rolling Miss Daisy on one of the paved trails which trail all over this park, and around the Desert Breeze Park lake. In the location of the above photo the train tracks are between the photographer, me, and the train tracks.

Above the photographer, me, is on a grassy knoll, looking down on those aforementioned railroad tracks running along beside the rolling Miss Daisy.

There were a lot of people in the Desert Breeze Park today. Several large pavilions were full of people. From various locations barbecue perfumed the air.

Above Big Ed has left Miss Daisy beside the railroad tracks whilst he skittered off to do something else. The train's driver was hollering "all aboard" which had Miss Daisy thinking she was in danger. I assured Miss Daisy that I would have her out of the way of the approaching train before it arrived at her location.

Upon leaving the Desert Breeze Park Miss Daisy informed the driver she would now like a McDonald's ice cream cone. I said unless there was some objection I would go to the McDonald's on Arizona Avenue, across from Food City.

This met with Miss Daisy's approval.

After the acquisition of the ice cream cones Miss Daisy instructed the driver to drive south on Arizona through Historic Downtown Chandler. Upon reaching that destination it was quickly realized we were at the location of that aforementioned Vintage Chevy event. Traffic was heavy, movement was slow, and so we got a look at the old Chevys from the comfort of the Miss Daisy chariot.

I do not know what Miss Daisy has in mind for tomorrow. But later today my instructions are to return to Casa Daisy to make chicken noodle soup and other stuff for tonight's World Series game.

Have I mentioned I am tired? And that I am looking forward to being back in Texas. Words I never ever thought there would be circumstances arise where I would make such an utterance...