Even for the panhandle, that’s intense.

Wow! That’s awesome. The same thing happened when my grandmother passed. I wasn’t there, unfortunately, but one of my great uncles got up and started doing a sermon. No one stopped him, however, from what I heard.

Charming.

That’s really amazing. Thanks for posting.

Wow! This is something...

Why does no one ever see these as the post-modern Bento boxes that they are?!!? I love them!

You seem to be having a lot of fun with this thread!

Since 1989, I’ve been able to get rice in my burrito.

So sad that you’ve not had corn tortillas (which is the real name for your so-called soft-shell corn tortillas (points, however, for good grammar!)) hot off the stove. That’s some good eatin!

Rice and beans AND meat in a burrito?

There are no guard rails on this road. At all. So, it’s a good place to explore your fear of heights!

Love that!

Wow! And smart!

I saw some moose on the side of a backroad in Montana a few years ago. I stayed in my car but enjoyed watching them forage and move through the trees. Very peaceful.

My favorite along the same lines once said by a woman in Shreveport as she was taking a drag on her cigarette: Bless his pointy little head.

But what about the bison they’ve trained to prance around on hooves way too small for that size body.

lifelong friends who decide to share retired life together

Goodness! You were quite the high flyer! Nell’s! I doubt our paths crossed unless you were a guest at the luxe hotel where I worked. These were the ramen noodle days...

Unless you have Gene Kelly back in there, it wouldn’t be the same. Gene Kelly. On roller skates.

What a fabulous New York Minute!