Dad treated us to breakfast at the campground. The cook’s husband was having coffee, so we sat at his table to chat with him. He was 96, a few years older than Dad. Out of the blue he asked Dad “when was the last time you had a woman?” And without blinking an eye, Dad answered “Two days ago!”
Our drive to Lexington was about 6 hours. We set up our RV and headed out for Johnny Corina – the Italian restaurant where we were meeting some of our Peterson relatives for dinner. Cousins Marlene, Kathy, and Kenna met us with lots of noisy hugs and kisses. Things did not get any quieter through the evening and soon our section of the restaurant was closed except for us. Coincidence??? I think not. Kenna expressed an interest in seeing our RV so we all took off to see the RV. One of the cars went north on I-75 and the other took a more southerly direction. As the car was correcting its course, it encountered a nail. Now if we hadn’t run over that darn nail, no one would ever have known that Kathy and I were going the wrong way. As it was, we called Bob and the other car dashed (more or less) to our rescue. Bob changed the flat tire but unfortunately, the spare was one of those donut tires. Almost everyone agreed that the RV tour was not to be and the Peterson cousins reluctantly returned to Morehead.
Sorry Kenna…maybe next time.