After a terrific coffee break with a couple fellow desert rats last week, this wanderer of sand and rocks soon found out that unlike the country hit “I’ve been everywhere,” I hadn’t.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
Am I getting fruity? Driving east on Avenue 12, going to Fresno just past the college, there is a sign advertising Gabby’s Fruit Stand.
Going to the birds. In this case some really big birds.
Reader, friend and pilot Bill Hoffrage emailed a good point that is very apropos for this time of the year.
Turning the page is what a few readers have suggested when I write of Madera in the 1950s and 1960s.
“Hey, ya ol’ hippie” was the greeting someone gave me recently upon seeing yours truly.
Compliments of our son, Michael, nearly a dozen years ago, a small, sleek, blue-eyed cutie with silver fur came bouncing into our lives. Michael had rescued the pup from a fate, not to be mentioned here.