But first a sincere thank-you to reader Barbara Cudd for the wonderful handwritten letter. Ms. Cudd’s three page correspondence graciously thanked yours truly for “bringing back some of the happiest of memories.” In closing she told me to “kiss your gal, hold her hand and love your life to the fullest.” I did, and I will.
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Speaking of just that, I recently returned from giving my second desert tour in ten days. The first was with, one could say, coyotes. But lest they be offended, I’m referring not to those howling at the moon type found in the Northern Mojave, but Madera Coyotes, since I believe, Ronn Dominici, Stell Manfredi and Steve Sagouspe all graduated from Madera High. Though I must admit after listening to Messrs. Manfredi and Dominici for three days, this guide was ready to howl at anything, including a Joshua Tree or Barrel Cactus. As for Sagouspe, he was a welcome relief the second day.
All the above is in jest of course. Except for the scorpion sting at the ghost town of Ballarat, I had almost as good a time as they said they did. And to Stell’s and Steve’s gals, I told you I would return them home safe, albeit maybe not sound.
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Now to those desert flowers, and definitely a prettier trip. That would be due to the lovely, Debbie Samora, Timi Milor and my own gal who with the aforementioned duo decided she would make it a threesome. It was laughter and joviality from the outset...