Today we will meet Steve and
Charissa at 9:00 for breakfast at Sopa’s in the town of Los Lunas, a bedroom
community of Albuquerque. But first,
TwoGether must go in for her oil change.
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| Steve and Charissa with us at Sopa's Restaurant. |
Steve worked as an apprentice
aircraft mechanic in the shop where I was service manager when we lived in Somerset, KY. I tried to teach him as many bad habits as I
could but apparently he didn’t pay attention.
He has had a rather successful career working as a Director of Maintenance
for a large fleet of aircraft and his work has taken him to several
continents. He just retired within the
last few weeks and is working on building his own airplane. They plan on making a circle tour of the US when the plane is completed and we are looking forward to seeing them again when they make their way east.
Linda and Charissa hit it off
from the introductions. I believe they
have both made a new lasting friendship.
Charissa is a bee keeper. It was
interesting listening how she got started by selling the honey at local events
and then learned all the ins and outs of the trade. Honey is probably the most perfect food item
out there. There are so many health
benefits and believe it or not, even bee stings can have medical advantages. She graciously gave us a jug of honey and
instructed us on how to care for it. I loves honey! Charissa and Steve have been married about 25 years now and it was our first chance to meet her. She is a Bit-O-Honey herself.
Steve and I caught up on the last
25+ year of career moves and life in general. The girls had a good time discussing their husbands.
After sitting in the restaurant for four hours we said our good byes and
started eastbound on I-40.
While we were driving past Tucumcari, NM I told Linda a story that happened to me when I was nine years old. She felt I should share it so here goes… The family (Mom, Dad and I) were on our way moving to Winkelman, AZ and we stopped for dinner at this little diner in Tucumcari. As we were getting up from the table I saw a $20 bill on the floor under the table. I gave it to the waitress who held it up above her head and in a loud voice said, “Anybody lose a $20 bill?” There was no answer and she handed it back to me and said, “Guess it’s yours.” Wow… In 1959 a nine year old with $20 was something special. I only had it a few days and I bought something for about a dollar. Silver dollars were in plentiful supply in the west in those days, and the man gave me my change back in silver dollars. They were so heavy I had trouble keeping my pants from falling down.
Okay…I’m a softy. Today we stopped at a rest stop and this Mexican came up to me and said he had run out of gas and wondered if I could give him a few dollars to buy gas because his wallet was stolen in Gallup yesterday. He had a gas can sitting next to his car. I gave him 10 bucks. I asked him how he was going to go for gas (we're about 15-20 miles from a gas station). He said there was a trucker that would take him. I told him that was good because I don’t have any passenger seats. As soon as the next car pulled in he wasted no time in hitting the driver up for a few bucks. Then I realized I have just been had.
Just west of Amarillo there is a
wind-generator farm. It goes on as far
as you can see. When we arrived at the
west end we checked the mileage. By the
time we got to the east end we had driven 34 miles. 
Knowing that time is now a factor
in our travels we boogied down the interstate and stopped in Amarillo, TX. Tomorrow will be a mad dash to Oklahoma City.
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