A table for time and my guardian angel

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  • INJUN

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    Darn you! Almost made me cry, sure brought up a lot of good memories about my Grandpa’s. Thanks

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  • Angelfire

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    Wow! That guy requesting the knife was pretty scary and I can only imagine having a wild hog running at you on a motorcycle!! Good thing your guardian angel was looking out for you – and you’re right, she’s probably shaking her head saying, “Oh, no, not again!!”

    We all get so caught up in the day to day world of making a living that we really need to stop and take a few minutes to appreciate where we’ve come from and the gifts and sacrifices that have been made by those who came before us. The table is a great testament to your grandpa. Great post!

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  • Walt

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    Good blog.
    There is a Stuckey’s still operating on IH 10 between Beaumont and Orange. Stopped there awhile back. Stunk to high heaven and manned by middle easterners. Will not stop there again.

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  • Dave

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    Sure glad things didn’t pan out for you with Kathy. Where in the world would I be today 😛 Enjoyed your experience, thanks for sharing Cole.

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    • admin

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      Dave, so glad you are finding the time to read my blog and I am pretty sure Kathy won the Lotto when you guys got together! The stuff Legends of America puts out is awesome and hopefully I have attracted more to take a look at it.
      Cole

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  • Kathy Weiser-Alexander

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    Cole – Thanks bunches for the mention on your blog. I’m not only planning on selling your books, but, looking forward to your going to “work” for me. Pay is non-existent, but, hey, you’ll be rich and retired. Always wondered why I didn’t get a second date with you. I might just have to throttle my sister. Sounds as if you are having a great time – I enjoy reading about your travels. p.s. — you’ll fit right in, don’t know how many times we’ve headed down the road not knowing the destination, only to find out how much we missed later.

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  • Pops

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    Some day you need to travel west on route 66 through Winslow, see the LaPosada which was the last Harvey House on which Mary Colter was the architect (now a restored National Historical site and functioning hotel where all the rooms are named for famous movie stars who filmed Westerns nearby), have a cold one in the Bull Ring where John Wayne and others used to drink, eat at the Turquoise Room there as well – a four star restaurant believe it or not, stand on the corner, visit the museum and maybe even enter the car show they hold each year in conjunction with the Standin On The Corner annual celebration. If you do, the Greyhound bus station between Route 66 and the Santa Fe railroad tracks comprises the duplex in which we gerw up (we rented half of it). It is so small it is hard to imagine 4 of us living there. One of your best posts that evoked many emotions and recalled many past adventures and misadventures as well as fond childhod memories of family and friends.

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  • Pops

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    Oh, and best of all, visit Clear Creek and skinny dip off BA beach (rocks) if you can find an old local that still knows how to get you there. Very cold and refreshing – just don’t cliff dive.

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  • Bob

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    I wondered where that picture of Grampa went. I didn’t know you had it, but great memories of a neat man. I do have one of him on his hands and knees hand finishing Fred Jenson’s driveway next door to our house.

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  • Shane Girlinghouse

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    Good blog. Next time your down in the Tx area, swing through the Bandera hill country!

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  • Ron Wells

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    Cole: Loved reading this. I envy and respect you for what you are doing. This had been my dream also. I sold my 1964 ’74 to Mr. Burkhart when I came back from Germany and decided to make the Army a career. My ex got be a sportster for my 50th birthday, and that started it. After 27 years, she decided she didn’t like me much, and the divorce killed me. Jerry Mills built me a trike, I sold my 04 Screaming Eagle with the intention of slowing down and traveling. So much for the thought. Thanks again for posting your blog. Ron

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  • Warrior Stripes

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    What a heartwarming blog! I’m amazed at the things you have hidden away in your brain that I am just now hearing about.

    Oh, by the way, I’d say your stash has grown in a bit more since your soldier pic!

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