It was brutally cold in St. Louis .  It had been colder than normal all winter.  I guess Fat Al (Gore) didn’t include St. Louis in his “Global Warming” theory.  Nonetheless, I still needed to feed my nicotine habit and jumped on my trusty Raleigh Detour bike to pedal off to Dirt Cheap at Wilson and Hampton in south St. Louis.

While there – I decided to plunk down a whopping two bucks on the lottery; one dollar on PowerBall and another buck on the Missouri Lottery.  One dollar on the Missouri Lottery will get you two chances – 50 cents apiece.  That’s all I was going to spend.  They draw numbers about 9:30 PM on Saturday night…but I never watch.  Heck, what are my chances?

A few days later, I read on-line at stltoday.Com that someone in the St. Louis area had won the Missouri Lottery.  In particular – someone that bought a ticket at Dirt Cheap in south St. Louis.  No…  Couldn’t be me.  I retrieved my lotto tickets stuck under a magnet on the fridge and pulled up molottery.Com  on-line.  IT IS ME!  I had won!  I had really won that lottery.  OMG!!!   2.8 MILLION DOLLARS!  I fainted.

After awakening, I began to realize just how much this could change my life.  I’ve always been the type of person that believes in karma.  “What goes around comes around.”  When I was working steadily – I always gave to my local church as generously as possible.  When I became indigent, another local church ( New Journey Baptist Church ) fixed me up through Angel Food Ministries.  They also had their own free food program.  I could come to once a month & pick up a box of donated food – FREE. I was so grateful and knew I would make a sizeable donation.

But man does not live by bread alone.  He also needs friends to share, laugh with, cry with & generally exchange daily info on life’s ups & downs.  I had found such a group in Vets, Wives & Families.  Quite a screw-ball bunch really.  There’s Bev – the founder, who lives just west of me in St. Charles , MO. There’s Jo – who lives somewhere down in the sticks of Mississippi, Steve – who always complains the weather is too cold in southern Georgia (what’s wrong with this boy?), Darelynn (another wacko but sweet gal) – who lives in the hills of eastern Pennsylvania near Wilkes-Barre and Aletta – Hard to believe she actually goes out huntin’ & fishin’ with hubby “C”.  There’s many more…  Some come & go.  Some stay a while.

To reward all my wacko cyber friends, I decided to rent a tour bus & take everyone on a trip to Disneyland ! They will be thrilled!   Most would fly into St. Louis since it was centrally located in the country.  The rest we would pick up along the way or meet us there.  After all, it’s a gigantic bus but over 300 people would be a bit cramped.

The first thing I needed to do was renew my CDL.  That’s supposed to stand for Commercial Driver’s License.  When I still drove trucks, we referred to it as Crazy Drivers on the Loose, or Combination Driver/Lumper.  A lumper is simply a person who works the docks, as an independent agent, to unload a trucker’s goods after a long haul – at a pretty penny too.  This way, the trucker can rest – but needs to shell out big bucks for it.  I also needed to upgrade my CDL to include passengers.  I had hauled everything from Women’s Personal Hygiene products (insert blush here) to low-grade nuclear waste, to auto parts going to Ford, GM, etc. to other various Haz-Mat.  That stands for Hazardous Materials.  I had hauled things that could wipe out a small city…but never passengers.  I didn’t know which would be the worst.  Boy…was I ever “in for it”.

Karlene & Marti flew in from Sturgis S.D. and Fargo N.D.  Darelynn somehow got out of Trucksville , PA & got on a plane.  Steve reached into his closet – got out his heaviest winter coat which wasn't much more than one of his flannel shirts that he wears year round, & flew up from Thomasville , GA.  At the last minute – we even talked “The Wildman” to fly down from Wisconsin . (Cold up there…He?!) Seems like everyone I ever met from Wisconsin ended sentences with “He?!”  And finally, Jo arrived.  “Dang, its cold up here!” was her first words.  I answered, “Welcome to my world.”  Next stop would be to pick up Bev; then Aletta who lives just past Columbia , MO. out in Boonville , MO. (Aptly named).  From Boonville, we’d head west on I-70 to Kansas City and then drop down U.S. Hwy 69 to pick up Debby Epperly in Pittsburg, KS.  Not the shortest route, but the fastest.  Yes Bev…I know where I’m going.  Quit being a “back seat driver”.  Off we go!

Almost immediately I could hear all the chatter from the back of the bus.  “I bet he doesn’t know what he’s doing.  We will probably get lost.”  And, “We’re gonna wreck somewhere…I just know it.”  JEEZ!  With only 3 guys on the bus so far & the rest of bunch of blabbering gals…I was beginning to wonder about my decision.  Well, I'm sure we will have a great time...I will make sure nothing can possible spoil it.

After picking up Aletta in Boonville, her & Bev got together & wanted to take over the CB Radio.  I told them, “Oh, no you don’t.  Not while I’m driving.”  A poor choice of words I would later find out.  I returned to my concentration of the road & gassed on it.  I wanted to get this day over.  “Eastbound?” I asked on the CB…”Where’s all the bears?”  “There’s bears in Missouri ?” asked Darelynn…“Where?”  “No you twit.” I replied.  “Not those kind of bears.  Cops, State Hwy. Patrol, ya know…those guys that hide behind bushes & shoot you with radar.”  Marti asked, “Who got shot?”  I just shook my head and snickered…  Steve & “The Wildman” were oblivious – drinking Steve’s ‘Shine. 

We hadn’t gone 30 miles when the gals decided it was time for a restroom break.  “But the bus has a restroom.” I declared.  “I rented the most luxurious model I could find.”  But no…the gals couldn’t use it while going at 70 mph bouncing down the road.  They wanted to stop.  Lord knows – I’ve been known to use an empty cup from McDonald’s & then toss it out the window to avoid stopping.  I wanted to make time.

Somehow…we made it down to Pittsburg , KS to pick up Debby Epperly.  I thought, “Oh, thank God…only a few more miles to the Big Cabin Travel Plaza on I-44.”  No, I hadn’t driven my allotted 11 hours that day.  But I needed a break.  The Big Cabin Truck Stop is not your typical greasy spoon…as in most truck stops.  The place is clean & the food is good.  To top that off, the parking lot is not full of “Lot Lizards” slithering about.  Oooops!  I goofed again…using trucker’s lingo. Donna and Lin wanted to know what a “Lot Lizard” is.  “Will they bite us?” asked Amanda.  Debbie says” I’ve lived around here a long time, and I’ve never heard of a Lot Lizard.”  How do I put this delicately?  I think “The Wildman” knew, because he was chuckling all the way.  “A Lot Lizard” I explained, “is a woman in red…commercial company…a hooker!  OK…there I said it.”  Some of the gals were aghast.  Some snickered.  “Would I take you gals to a place that wasn’t clean?” I asked.  After years on the road…I had learned where to stop & where to avoid.  I even had a sticker on the side window of my truck that stated “No Lot Lizards”.

Now I forget what everybody had for diner – but I do remember Steve had the Liver & Onions.  I hate Liver & Onions.  I dove into my half-pound “chicken fried steak” with mashed ‘taters, salad and a roll.  Darelynn – sitting next to me – eating only a salad stated, “You shouldn’t eat so much.  You need to get into shape.”  “Shape…I am in shape.  Round is a shape!” – I replied. 

After diner, Bev and Aletta wandered into the CB Shop.  What’s with their obsession to CB radios?  I would soon find out.  They knew I had bought a Galaxy DX 959, one of the finest CB’s on the market.  I wanted to be able to not just talk, but listen as well.  With miles to go ahead of us, I wanted to know where all the ‘bears’ were.  The rest of the gals wandered into the gift shop to look around.  Steve & “The Wildman” set up lawn chairs outside the tour bus and drank ‘shine.  By now they must be smashed but appeared to be very happy! 

After a walk to burn off diner, I decided to have some more coffee back at the restaurant.  Patrons wanted to know who was in the fancy tour bus.  Yep…they found out it was me and my friends.  All those years driving a slow truck, I remembered the trucker’s prayer.

Ashes to ashes

And dust to dust

Just once Dear Lord

Let me suck the doors

Off a tour bus!

Just as I was finishing my coffee, another trucker asked if I was the driver of the tour bus.  I said, “Yes.”  And he said, “You better come quick.  There’s two gals out there on your CB getting everyone all fired up.”  Oh, Lord…what now?

The ladies were all hovering around "Oh no they are checking out my CB."  Pam and Aletta had figured out how to turn it on while Bev and Jo were the look outs, lol.  . They wanted to talk with all the “good buddies” out there in CB Land.  I had told them to stay off my CB!  Aletta said, “You told us – not while you were drivin’.  Well…you ain’t drivin’!”  How do I explain this?  Hollywood and TV has its own conception of truckers…not even close to the real world.  In the real world, a “good buddy” is a “Fuel Tank Frank” – a “Bend Over Billy”.  The gals still didn’t get it.  OK…not wanting to be the politically incorrect person, I let another trucker explain it to them over the air.  “Hey little darlin’s…this be the one and only Katfish (that’s right…with a “K”) out of Terra Haute, IN.  Y’all really want to know what a “good buddy” is?”  “YEAH – YEAH” the gals screamed.  “Well, little darlin’s …a “good buddy” is a truck stop or rest area homosexual wanting a “good time” in the bunk of a truck.”  Aletta took it all in stride.  Jo hollered ok, that's enough, we got it".  Turn that thing off now!  Bev began to blush profusely and ran to the back of the bus.  We didn’t hear a word from her the rest of the night.

Not always being able to sleep a full 8 hours, I awoke early the next morning.  I mean real early.  Everyone was still asleep so I turned the CB back on for company.  The sun wasn’t even close to coming up yet.  I love to drive in the early, early morning…no traffic.  Since I hadn’t driven the allotted 11 hours the day before, I could drive some more.  Grabbing a quick cup of coffee from the snack shop & filling up my thermos, I eased the big bus onto I-44 westbound.  Next stop, Amarillo , TX …I thought.  Passing Oklahoma City before rush hour, everyone started to wake up.  “The girls all wanted to stop and use the rest room again...geez.  We gotta go Joe.!” were the first words I heard from anyone besides voices on the CB.  “ALREADY?” I asked. They promised to be quick which meant another half hour delay...  The next rest area wasn’t for miles…and it was just a “turn out” area according to the map.  Thank God there was a Denny’s in El Reno , OK about 30 miles west of Okie City .  Yeah…I know…more trucker lingo.  I was getting back in the groove with all these “trucker expressions”.  Of course there was some moaning & groaning from everyone about Denny’s.  “What’s the matter?  Couldn’t find anyplace better than Denny’s Mr. Big Truck Driver?” asked Marti.  I replied, “Hey, would you rather I stopped at the ‘turn out’ rest area?  That way you could go behind a bush…if you can find a bush in west Oklahoma !”  That shut ‘er up.

I told everyone not to over eat, because next there was the “Big Texan Steak Ranch” in Amarillo , TX .  It was only about 3 hours and 45 minutes away.  “You sure are obsessed with food.” said Jo. You really need to take better care of yourself!   “Hey…I’ve been by the place a million times & never had the chance to eat there.”  Wildman asked, “You gonna get that 72 oz. steak?”  “No way!” I replied.  “I just want a nice medium rare rib-eye.”  Wildman stated, “I think I’m gonna try one of those big ones.”  This I have to see!

Pulling into Amarillo , it wasn’t hard to find the parking lot of the Big Texan Steak Ranch.  There was lots of room to park the big bus.  There’s even a motel…which we would later need.  Read on! 

Well both Steve and Wildman decided to take that challenge.  I had a feeling that just might be a big mistake.   Here are the rules…

1.   Entire meal must be completed in one hour. If any of the meal is not consumed (swallowed)...YOU LOSE!

2.   Before the time starts, you will be allowed to cut into the steak, and take one bite. If the steak tastes good and is cooked to your satisfaction, we will start the time upon your acceptable approval. The time will not stop, and the contest is on, so make SURE before you say “yes.”

3.   Once you have started you are not allowed to stand up, leave your table, or have anyone else TOUCH the meal.

4.   You will be disqualified if anyone assists you in cutting, preparing or eating of your meal. This is YOUR contest.

5.   You don’t have to eat the fat, but we will judge this.

6.   Should you become ill, the contest is over... YOU LOSE! (Please use the container provided as necessary.)

7.   You are required to pay the full amount up front; if you win we will refund 100%.

8.   You must sit at a table that we assign.

9.   If you do not win the steak challenge, you are welcome to take the leftovers with you.

10. No consumption or sharing of the leftovers is allowed in the restaurant once the contest is over.

Unfortunately…line 6 applied to both contestants.  “I don’t feel so good!” they both said at almost the same instance.  Truth is they both were turning a bit green. Thank God for the motel.  These two needed it.  The gals wrapped up all the leftovers and we headed out the door to get these two a room.  Being in no big rush after this…I stated that if I took a big break now from driving, I could get up in the middle of the night & really make some miles the next day.  We all agreed upon that.  “How far can you get tomorrow?” asked Pam.  Replying to her disbelief, I said, “Before you wake up, we’ll be past Albuquerque , N.M.  That’s right…about 300 miles before you even wake up.”  My plan was to push the 11 hour driving limit & make it all the way to Glendale , AZ where Joe Miller lived. 

Now I got a room to myself, to finally get some peace & quiet.  But, from what I heard from Steve & Wildman, after they overcame the discomfort of overeating – they discovered the gals had found the stash of ‘Shine.  Oh, NO!  Amarillo will never be the same.  Yep…they all joined in, even Debby took a few sips.  Now I didn’t witness this, but I heard that Aletta, Marti, Karlene and Darelynn all chipped in to rent a car.  They ended up at some “All Male Review”.  Oh my, wish I'd have been there with my camcorder.   And you gals talk about us guys; shame on you.  Darelynn…how did that “G” string get into your coat pocket?    

Waking everyone up in the middle of the night was rough; especially the gals who drank too much.  But, they could go back to sleep in the bus & I could make tracks.  Pulling out just past 2 AM, again I asked on the CB, “Eastbound…where did you leave all the bears?”  “Ain’t seen none.” was the reply.  Hammer down!  I had that Detroit Diesel wound up to about 80.  Just past Tucumcari , N.M. I passed a Kenworth.  “Dang near sucked my doors off there tour bus.” came a voice on the CB.  “You missed me…bring it on back in the granny lane if you want.”  The voice sounded familiar.  “Katfish…is that you?” I asked.  “Yep…the one and only.” he replied.  I slowed down a bit so we could chew the fat for a few miles.  He asked who I used to drive for.  When I told him my best paying job was working for JB Hunt (DCS) to Budweiser, we both had a good laugh.  “I imagine I might have sucked your doors off somewhere.” he stated.  “Probably.” I replied.  When I told him my old ‘CB Handle’ was “Prisoner” after the Ronnie Milsap song, “Prisoner of the Highway” he stated “Yeah…I know you.  We’d all follow you through Springfield , IL because of the slow truck speed limit.  We all figured if we fell in behind a slow JB Hunt truck – there’s no way we could get a ticket.”  He was right.  Many a night, or early morning I should say, I’d go through Springfield with 10, 15 maybe 20 trucks all lined up behind me.  A 62 mph truck runnin’ the “Front Door”; now that’s a laugh.  “OK bud…I gotta gas on it.  I’m a going out to Disneyland with this bunch of wackos.” 

Just about 6:30 AM, I heard a bit of a commotion coming from the back of the bus.  The girls were waking up.  They were full of questions, and giggles stemming from last night I imagine “Are we there yet?  Where we at?” Does anyone have some aspirin?   “Going down the big hill into Albuquerque .” I said.  The sunrise was beautiful.  The sun was rising behind us, so the sun’s rays bounced off all the rock & stone around us.  It’s a shame we couldn’t pass through during the first part of October when the Albuquerque International Balloon Festival takes place.  I’ve seen it before…hundreds of balloons hovering over the city. 

Everyone seemed to be enjoying the view!   No one was screaming, “I have to go ...well you know...”  And we made it to the Petro in Milan , N.M.  “Hey Steve” I yelled out.  Steve was barely awake.  “Think it was cold in St. Louis ?  It’s 17 degrees here in the high plains of New Mexico .”  Steve just rolled over into his blanket shivering and said wake me up when we get there ok? 

Another over-priced breakfast at the Iron Skillet restaurant; how I missed those truckin’ days.  NOT!  But, where else are you going to park one of these mammoth beasts?  It’s not like you can squeeze one in between a couple of Toyotas at Bob Evans.  It’s OK food.  The breakfast bar is always the best way to go.  I had better buy fuel here in New Mexico …because I knew from past experience; the price goes up in Arizona .  I put all the gals to work cleaning the windshield & mirrors off.  Hey…if they’re going to steal Steve’s ‘shine – they’re going to pay for it. I overheard Jo say, if I knew we were going to do all this work, I would have just flown on to Disney and met the bus there.   It was funny watching them climb the ladder up to the windshield.  “I don’t want to see any streaks now.” I proclaimed.  Aletta just sneered at me, and mumbled something under her breathe…

Another 243 miles & we’d be in Flagstaff , AZ.  There we could take another break at the famous Little America .  This is no ordinary place to stop.  They have a Hotel – not a Motel, a fine restaurant and even truck parking!  From there it would only be 140 miles to Glendale , AZ where we pick up Joe Miller.  YEAH…another guy on the bus!     The guys were wondering if we were ever going to get to Disney Land so they could take in all the fun things that awaited us...

  I was out of hours to drive for the day.  We spent the night in Glendale , AZ and boogied on into Anaheim , CA the next morning.  What a long trip it was...lots of sites along the way.  Everyone gave me a big ‘Thanks’ for the ride.  Finally we are there!  Disney Land awaits us…  M-I-C-K-E-Y…M-O-U-S-E.  Mickey Mouse where are you?

." Darelynn & Aletta rolls their eyes. "Of course you do!!" Joe M. shakes his head. "Actually, I think now would be the perfect time .....

For us to get in the rafts that are left!  Let the dog crew keep that raft.  JoeM walks over to the long rectangle raft and helps Jo and Marti in.  Wildman jumps in and up pops Dave/Paul.  “Hey man!  Glad to see you got here!  BTW HOW did you get here???? “  Dave/Paul nods toward his hot air balloon tied to the posts by the dock.  “Nice ride!” says JoeM.

As Aletta, Amanda, Pam and JoeB try turning the unwieldy raft around there is a loud and long groan that seems to be coming from the middle of the raft where a huge tarp is tied down.  Amanda goes over to the tarped object and gives it a little “push” with her booted foot.  Another groan comes from under the tarp.  Amanda: “What the…..? “  “Who could be? …. WHY would anyone?”  Then she hauls off and really gives it a good shove with her foot!  There’s a loud tear and out pops Bev!  “Hello guys!  Just thought I’d hide under here till the all clear sounds.  You know how I am with earthquakes and things!”  She looks up at Aletta who has swung her oar and made contact with JoeB’s backside!  “Holy Cows Aletta!  You just sent JoeB over to Wildmans raft!  Did you ever think of trying out for the Cardinals baseball team?” Asked Pam, sweetly…eyes blinking and grin in place. 

 As she turns to look she says, “HEY Marti!  It’s been a while sure is good to see you!”  Marti jumps into our raft and  looks back at JoeM’s raft and says, “I think we need to start turning this thing to get around the curve in this river!”  As everyone on that raft runs to the left to try to get the raft to turn….the ground begins to shake and the water gets really choppy.  Bev grabs her water wings and holds on to Marti’s right foot…”if you go in the river keep my hair dry!  I just got it fixed the way I like it!  Cried Bev.”   NSBSteve pops up next to the raft with shine in hand….”Hey!  This ain’t half bad!” he says.  As Bev, Aletta and Pam drag his sorry butt into the raft Aletta smirks at Steve and says under her breath to Pam,  “this man reeks of shine!  Let’s get him set up in that castle up ahead.”  I look ahead and see Cinderella’s castle!  We row our raft to shore and get off the rocking raft.  Steve looks up and says,” Le’s follow the yellow brick road!  Follow me!”  He shouts and stumbles up the walk to the castle.  Then we go inside.  There we meet up with Jo, Darelynn, Dave, Bev, and the rest. 

Out of the inner sanctum we hear a thin high pitched wailing………..NSBSteve looks up, focuses both his eyes in the same direction and says…”Wha’s dat?? “  Amanda shakes her head and heads into the castle to look for whoever was screeching so loudly.  Followed by Bev, Jo, Aletta, Pam, Deb E., Karlene and then the men folk…lol  bring up their rears…..

All at once there is a loud commotion and Darelynn yells…………………………..

Now would I do that, Danny? Infact I've been wondering where you, Pj and Betty were? So glad you are here but what's with that Goofy costume? Why are you traveling in disguise anyhow? I was just thinking how it seemed to suit him perfectly!. Jo could no longer hold back her contagious giggles that erupted echoeing through the castle. Danny says he wanted to be discreet so no one would know it was him. Amanda asks why Danny? He says That way he could keep an eye on everyone to make sure we stay safe from those pirates...afterall who is gonna ever suspect Goofy of anything like that? I think Danny just likes making a grand entrance...says Aletta. ha ha. Sounded sort of fishy to Tom too. Danny continued on with this farce saying he never travels without his American Express or his friends he calls them  smith and wesson... just incase there were more pirate troubles. Enough of that now Danny, says Chrissy. Tell us what's the real story here. Where is everyone else anyhow? Didn't they come along with you?  PJ, Betty...and the others. Well you've really not been paying close attention have you? Oh Danny is really milking this fairy tale says Dick as he laughed uncontrollably. They have been right under your noses all day! says Danny. Bev thought he must be joking...where? You mean they have been a part of this scheme also...your possee or something? Were they also dressed as characters around here? You've got to be kidding Bev says. So gullible, lol. says Danny, assures us its true....then finally comes clean.   ok, ok...we made a bet and I won!  I can tell you that and that They will be rejoining us soon. I last saw them at the Enchanted Kingdom he said . As we each filed out the castle's huge doors going in our different directions, the ground seemed to shake ever so slightly! No, this can't be happening screamed Debbie, just can't. Earthquake! no no, just a litlle tremor this time says Karlene..she snickered and advised us to .hold on to something as she and  Don winked and told her it will end in one of those New York minutes, I've heard tell they last a long time.. Just calm down everybody...its probably just all the rides, excitement, heat of the day and maybe alcohol consumption. There see its fine already....no earthquake.

I know what I want to do....says Bob...let's go to the Matterhorn and ride those Bobsleds? Who's in? I always thought I would like to enter the Iditarod but its just too much time in the cold . No way says Steve ...you go if you want to but that's not for me. That's too much cold for us warm bloods I'm going to the Tower Of Terror and check out those exhibits on the way. Aletta told Steve she would go too, so he wouldn't get scared, lol. Or possibly scare whatever creatures are inside. .Marti decides she would go along too. Little did she know......

she was in for the ride of her life!!  PJ, Amanda, Betty and Kay were determined to take a ride on those magical teacups and headed off in that direction, with me in tow.  Bev, who finally had her hair in the most perfect "do" ever, said, No crazy rides for me!  So Julie, Karlene, Liz, Angel Pam, Debbie and Deb E followed Chrissy into "It's a Small World dragging Bev along!  Chrissy assured Bev her hair would be fine!!  Darelynn was living life large so she went along with Bob, both Joe's, Tom and Paul to that Matterhorn.

Eri, Rosemary and Amanda were worried about Aletta being alone with Steve, so they caught up with them.  Steve and Mike were taking turns scooping Aletta off her feet and into their chairs, as they sped wickedly fast down the path to the Tower of Terror.

Strangely that thundering and trembling feeling was back, but no one could quite figure out the cause.  Don and Danny took both Tom and Dick to go investigate.  While Wildman took off at a run to check on Indy's horse!

We had agreed to meet up after all the rides were done.  Bev's hairdo was intact, but Marti was looking decidedly green, between the bus ride over and going in circles in a teacup, she had a nasty case of motion sickness.  Somebody asked when they were going to eat?  Food???  Marti went even greener and groaned....Oh puleeeeeeze!!!

Aletta survived her adventure with Mike and Steve, thank goodness Eri, Amanda and Rosemary where there to run interference!   We still are not sure what that looks was for she had on her face.  Did she see something too scary or was it the rides in the chair with Steve and Mike that got to her??

After lunch, talk turned to the trip home.  Suggestions were made.  Ideas tossed about.

We know Dave Wildman is riding (floating is more like it) home on Indy's Purebred Arabian Stallion.  Don announces that he has discovered the source of the ground shaking and thundering.  The Blue Angels are in town, and they insisted on giving Don and Steve rides back home!   They even agreed to stow Steve's  jugs of shine in the extra seat in the Commander's plane....Steve was thinking hard about having to let go of his jugs!!

The gals start clamoring for Paul to let them ride with him in his balloon, please, please, please, please????  We will be good!  We won't get in the way!  We will be quiet as mice and just enjoy the view!!  You won't even know we are up there with you!!

Paul looks shocked!!  Quiet?  You bunch of Angels??  With a hearty laugh he says, "Sorry gals, you will have to hitch a ride on the Good Year blimp if you are taking a balloon home!"

Now Joe B. had been pretty quiet this whole time, but he sees a chance to unload those chattering (so-called) angels and have a downright quiet trip home!  So he gets on his CB and makes arrangements for us gals to be picked up by the Blimp!  Rubbing his hands in anticipation of making some easy runs home without taking bathroom breaks every hour!  He knows that Joe M., Tom, Bob and Dick will help him come up with some ingenious ways to give us Angels fits in the coming year!  Yes, it will be a GOOD trip home in the bus with da' Saints riding without those lovely Angels.

Pam claps her hands together, to get our attention!  I have something very important to say.........

Pam

Life isn't tied with a bow, but it is still a gift.