One of our very dear community members has experienced some medical issues in the last few weeks. She needs some help, and she needs it now.
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She suffered a heart attack and had angioplasty surgery which will help in the meantime along with medication. Parts of her heart are damaged and she will have a difficult time working in the next few months. Along with that, the doctors discovered she has histoplamosis. This is a fungal infection in the lungs. She is on an aggressive treatment plan to heal from that also.
What she and her hubby Phil don’t have is money for doctors, drugs, transportation, etc. Out here, we take care of our own, and Judy is definitely one of “our own.”
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Romeoville? Yep. I’m in Romeoville. Tomorrow I’ll see if there’s a Julietville.
(My daughter just informed me that Joliet used to be called Juliet.)
Spent last night in St. Louis, and had the only mediocre Indian food I’ve ever had. Previously, Indian food was like a cross between religion and sex. Surprising and delightful.
This was Luby’s cafeteria quality. And the waiters were surly and slow. I’m pretty sure I won’t go back to St. Louis again, and damn sure I’ll never go back to that restaurant.
Then, across and up Illinois to Romeoville, which is a suburb of Chicago, I think.
South of Chicago, the state is pretty much unoccupied. And, unlike Chicago, pretty redneck. I saw a bunch of “America First” and Trump signs… not sure what for. It’s like he and his followers still can’t believe he actually successfully stole the election.
I’m still not used to the trees turning colors… wondering if there’s something wrong with them. Are they ok?
As I approached Peoria (singing B.B. King: “she said she gonna leave me in Peoria Illinois…) the traffic got thick and dangerous. Going the speed limit just pissed ’em off.
And, for the 4th day in a row, as the sun started to go down a greasy drizzle pizzled on my 4runner, streaking the windshield and making the road slick.
We drug our feet leaving Terlingua… we don’t want to leave.
On the porch we hugged. LaRoja told me, “we’ll get through this together.”
The drive to Fort Stockton was gorgeous. Turquoise skies, puffy clouds, cool and sunny… the irony that weather cleared up after over a week of rain on the very day I leave is not lost on me.
From Stockton to Monahans was a little less fun. Oil field country. Cranked out punks with semi trucks and a bad attitude.
From Monahans to Snyder was hell. I-20 is riddled with construction, and as dangerous as the Stockton to Monahans leg of the journey but with 10 times more traffic. I can’t imagine why anybody would be in a hurry to get to Odessa, Texas, but I huddled the right side of the road going the speed limit (75) while jacked-up pickups and semis tail gated each other, cut each other off… Continue reading “Terlingua to Snyder”
(I’m just going to put this out there because it will make me actually get off my ass and do this thing. feel free to rag me about it.)
To quote Billy Joel, “You may be right. I may be crazy.” But, like Willie Nelson said, “If you ain’t a little bit crazy there’s something wrong with you.”
I’m probably not irretrievably out where the buses don’t run, but I am in the mood for some changes. I just kinda looked up and most of my friends have taken dead or are absent. Stuff that used to matter a lot doesn’t any more and it may be getting towards that time where if I’m gonna check off any more items on my bucket list I’d best get to moving.
As far as I know, I’m in good health. But, I do notice that I see obits for people who have moved on that are younger than I am- and nobody’s saying they died tragically young. Not being morbid, here, just looking at it. Continue reading “A Portable Lifestyle?”
Carolyn Wonderland, Guy Forsyth, Jitterbug Vipers, Alan Munde, Dana Louise and the Glorious Birds, Amy Sue Berlin, Jacob Jaeger and a cast of hundreds gathered at the Starlight Theatre in Terlingua, Texas, for Slim Fest 2018.
What’s a “Slim Fest?”
Let’s start with Slim.
Here’s a link to Slim’s Wikipedia page where you can get the dry facts. (click here)
David Michael (Slim) Richie was the most dangerous guitar player in Texas. He lived with his sweetie, Francie Meaux Jeaux, in a creative house in Rolling Oaks, outside of Wimberley, Tx.
A little over 20 years ago, I was “invited” to Slim’s birthday party. By invited, I mean that a buddy of mine who knew Slim from the Kerrville Folk Festival told me that the party was happening and how to get there. I had met Slim at KFF, but only superficially. I crashed the party.