Writing on the Road

I tried so hard to work/write in Sedona, AZ, but the RV park Internet went down, so I drove to the Starbucks by the Hyatt downtown.

The only Starbucks I think in the world without WiFi.

So I drove to another Starbucks, but a very nice homeless man sat next to me. And he smelled. And then he started playing guitar. Sigh. I left and found the Wifi in the RV park had come back to life.

 I actually have to work on the road to make a living. I write every damn day. I make a good living- contrary to what some people think. How else could we afford gas and booze?


Not on The Husband's social security check, that's for sure!

Earlier this month we stayed in Julian, CA and I wrote articles about tents and food reviews at the Julian Library. The old folks drove me nuts muttering while putting puzzles together and the small children were running amok, but then I found the ' quiet room.' Bliss!

When we stayed at our good friends fancy house in Scottsdale my office was a little fancier and very quiet.

Now I am in a tiny town in Apache Junction, AZ writing about a survivalist and traveling to caves in Kentucky while in the local grocery store.

 The average age here is 75, so not a lot of competition over the tables near the plugs. I did however witness two old dudes almost throw blows over who got to the electric grocery carts, but their caregivers stepped in to stop the fight.


Maybe I should write about that!

Day 18- The Zonies are here!

Our friends from Prescott, Az. have arrived at Campland. 

We invited ourselves as my wife has known Maggie since childhood. We did visit them 2 years ago at their house and had a wonderful time. ( Depending on whom you talk to... ) Her husband Bob and I bonded in the very best way. I will not divulge who had to crawl to bed.

However, I discovered that a headlight was out 2 days ago and, dammit all, had put off the repair. Thinking we might be driving darkly I had to fix it. All went well- even though the last time I did this, NASA called and requested I recalculate the angle of the bulb as it was hampering re-entry.

We once again enjoyed the hospitality of a campsite. Have you ever been to Campland on Mission Bay? It was a first for me even though I have lived most of my life in San Diego. This campground is a monster, a total money making machine, and actually well run. Our friends had a bay front campsite and the camaraderie with many of my wife's childhood playmates stood the test of time.

 Chalk one up for making old friends new friends.