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Driving and Biking in the Big City

Road trip to Shreveport

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 I had just typed Isle of Capris into my GPS when my conscience called. “How are you,” Big Johnny asked, and I reprogrammed for home.  It didn’t take another 15 minutes before I’d recrossed the Texas border — several crisp twenties still burning a hole in my backpack. Too bad. My fortune still awaits me in the slots of Louisiana or Vegas.

This was not a road trip to fortune; it was a revisiting of my gold mine of memories. I met my girlhood friend and her sister for their family celebration of their mom’s long and eventful life on earth and crossover to a heavenly new dawn.

How lucky I am to be included in this wild and raucous group of kids, grand kids, friends and neighbors who have been a part of my life  for over a half century. And how appropriate that this three-day wake would fall on St. Patrick’s Day.

The Texas wildflowers were in full bloom for the trip both ways. Bluebonnets, Indian Paintbrush, lovely purples and yellows. Photos by Big Johnny who wasn’t along for the trip but who sent me these lovely photos from his travels.

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Written by commuterchroniclesdbh

March 18, 2012 at 7:47 pm

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