Don’t know if it has happened to you (yet), but I had a nice looking young man come to the door, showing a credential of some sort, and said he was with a group trying to save local lakes.
Thoughts on happenings in the city of Madera.
Because I can’t afford to lose any readers. Okay, Racer, the dog will be up and about, barking and guarding (my gal) tonight and obviously tomorrow night.
For some reason, some people object to seeing my gal and I holding hands in public (I give her a kiss once in a while, too, in case you didn’t know), but most of you are very okay with the dual sign of affec
Been awhile since I culled, scanned and reviewed the ol’ email, cards and correspondence; shall we?
We all know “Ruffles have ridges.” But now that’s not all. Returning from a Father’s Day breakfast with my gal we took a little cruise out Shaw to Highway 145.
“Hey, Pappy.” That’s how my father’s chief mechanic Mario “Blackie” Gonzales would greet him early in the morning at the airport before dad climbed in his crop duster.
Well, since there are a couple dozen (almost) folks running for president, let’s start off with this.