THE Trip

There are NO pictures of the trip. There was only driving, driving and driving.

Mom went to southern Illinois her on Saturday, October 9th via the train. Grandpa got out of Parkway Manor on Sunday the 10th. I stayed home for my doctor appointments on Wednesday the 13th and Friday the 15th of October.

When I got out of the doctor's office I drove to southern Illinois. I stopped for dinner in Marion because they had closed their kitchen and taped newspaper up so they could set off bug-bombs just before we leave on Saturday morning. I arrived at their trailer about 8:30 pm.It was still hotter than the hubs of Hell, especially inside.

Fortunately at about 4:30 we started stirring. Of course getting into a bathroom was not easy. We hit the road and stopped for breakfast rightaway.Then we drove through 'til we needed gas. We grabbed a bite at the Love's Truckstop and gassed up. On the road again until we needed gas again. Then it was fly to San Antonio, Texas.

Mom and I went for dinner at (wait for it, wait) . . . a Mexican restraurant. Pretty disappoiting in my book. We have better Mexican food in Wauconda. Back to the motel and turn in because we have to be on the road again at 6 am. Which we were; arriving in Pharr, Texas about 4:30 pm.

Here we are! Lot 165! It was like a scene in "Night of the Living Dead". Before we got out of the car, it was surrounded by tottering people, mumbling and taking things out of the vehicles. (They must have been watching and waiting.)

 It was hot! I was glad when eveing came. I could sit in the relative cool of the outside and marvel at how nice the park looks. Although, I am fairly sure that a lot of it is a fascade to hide the inner age of structures.

From what I was told, the palms are just for looks. They bear no fruit, provide next to no shade, and cost for an annual trimming.