Polk County in Oregon was a brief destination if only for a few hours. My mom and I were going to visit a dear friend from the way way back.

My mom missed the flight, having dropped her off I said “ go right to TSA while I park the car and I’ll see you at the gate.” As the door closed I called her. “They took me to the wrong gate”. Big sigh and bid farewell I drove to Mercy’s house. This trip was intended for my mom. I shared with Mercy how loved and safe I felt as single digit midget going to her house. Kids playing outside. My mom enjoyed her visits too. Kids are perceptive and observant and I felt good knowing my mom was there enjoying hanging out too. Such good memories. And just like the old days she made delicious soup and enchiladas. I got to hug and kiss “ Little Joe” and meet her husband Dan and a grandson. 40 plus years did not seem so long ago. I love you all.

“Where?“. “ Right before you hit Arizona” My first impression I thought the town should be renamed “ Bleak”. I’m at a rural hospital with a prison nearby. Drive down the Main Street and most businesses are closed and boarded up. Asking questions I found out there is Saudi prince whose alfalfa bales head quickly to Dubai. And he is in some kind of situation with the water board Here in Palo Verde. There are cotton fields, dates and pomegranates. The Palo Verde and Parker Dam open to raise the Colorado river so her silt is not showing and the river rats can party up to their neck. VFW karaoke is every 1st and 3rd Friday. Farmers are part of scene and work a lot so all of us can enjoy our chips and salsa. It’s horribly hot right now but at night the stars are closer and you forget the heat of the day. People of Blythe have a common story. They leave and live elsewhere but return eventually to be with family. There is a wholesome atmosphere and everyone knows everyone. I know that once this contract is over I will not ask where but When.