my dad worked in the rail yards there for a number of years for the santa fe. he was constantly trying to hook me up with this mormon chick. Somewhat stupid at the time didn't work. She was from the clan the name whiting brothers came from. As in oil, lots of it. my life would have been different. what scott also probably doesn't know is you drive south of there and you are in primo elk country.
Wish I'd known that was there in May. My wife and I saw the sign for Winslow as we were driving toward the Grand Canyon. I almost made a slight detour just to say I'd been there. Would have been one of the best photo ops of the trip.
Most people don't really want the truth.
They just want constant reassurance that what they believe is the truth.
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I think almost everything than could run from there is all ready gone
Scott; It's been too long since I've said hello to you my friend - I do follow your posts but don't always comment.
Anyway, I wanted you to know I caught the inference...
As I tell the guys at work, "It's a lot less funny for me when I have to explain my jokes to you all..."
I really enjoyed the trip down memory lane too Scott - the Eagles supplied a whole lot of material to the soundtrack of my teen years as a farm boy in Saskatchewan. My goodness that seems like a lifetime ago and when I add it up, I see that it was.
I drove thru there last year, I think. I had to blink, and I'm not sure we went thru there or not. We were on I-40, in a hurry to get to Cottonwood, where my MIL had just passed. No time to lollygag, unfortunately.
I like Arizona heaps and heaps. Nice place to vacation.
You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.