Steve and Judy's Travels!

 

I get several calls a day wanting to help me with my vehicle warranty or credit card debt.  Sometimes I’ll talk to them to see how much of their time I can waste.  They never know which vehicle or credit card they’re trying to help me with.  Now I’ve stopped answering calls from unidentified numbers altogether.  If it’s not a crank call, and it’s important, they’ll leave a message.

 

Judy has been getting about ten calls a day from people wanting to help with her Medicare.  Of course, they’re not really from Medicare.  Judy even called Medicare to find out what’s up, and they told her nothing could be done about the calls.  So now she is trying something different.  For every unidentified number, she answers the phone “Medicare Fraud Department, Agent Shockley.”  Not once has there been a response to that answer other than a hesitation and a click.  The last few days she has been getting far fewer calls.  Only one today.

 

 

 

Not the one I want to write either, but I’ve updated you a couple times on Marilyn’s health.  Buddy and Marilyn our next-door neighbors.  Marilyn had that brain bleed a couple months back, got treated at the hospital for weeks, had been home for a couple weeks recuperating, and doing well.  She had a new episode this afternoon and got ambulanced back to the hospital.  This evening, Buddy got the call that she was gone. 

 

Married fifty-four years.  Married when she was seventeen.  The parallels to Judy and me are painful.  Our hearts go out.

 

 

There were der Weinerschnitzles in California when we were kids in the 1950s and 1960s.  They weren’t a big draw; not like McDonalds, Taco Bell, Pip’s (for hot pastrami sandwiches), and Del Taco; but we went there sometimes.  Then we forgot about them for fifty years or so.

 

While we were on this trip though, we found them again, in San Antonio.  Weinerschnitzel!  We stopped at one for lunch.

 

Hot dogs.  Chili dogs.  Polish dogs.  Low prices.  Der Weinerschnitzel.  We ate there.  Really, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

 

 

Now we’re home to Sandpipers.

 

September 2020 Trip Map

 

It’s good to be back.

 

 

In case you’re wondering what an ECM looks like; I took a photo of our old one on a piece of cardboard with my foot in the picture for perspective.

 

Engine Control Module.  The brain of the engine.  As a brain, I was expecting something smaller.  This one must be highly evolved.  Anyway, the brain has been replaced and reprogrammed.  We’re all feeling much better now.

 

Tonight, we’re at Choke Canyon State Park

 

September 2020 Trip Map

 

 

Henry and Jesse are already asleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This one at Guadalupe River State Park.

 

September 2020 Trip Map