I hardly know where to begin.
You all know about the Death of Babel, thanks to a tree trimmer who was too lazy to drag branches around my trailer. He moved Babs, bent her frame, and left her poor banged-up body in my driveway.
Enter my insurance company. They agreed Babs was a total loss but their contribution to her replacement was pretty lame. Regardless, it was something so I bought a new trailer.
Meet @tticus, a 2020 NuCamp T@g Boondock XL who is smaller than Babel but damn mighty. He has air conditioning (I love him), a television, a stereo, a microwave, a solar panel that saved my butt today. In a word, @tticus is my BFF right now. (Sorry Roz.)




Kentucky Boys
I’m in Lexington, Kentucky, camping next to the fascinating Signe Strawser and tonight we had dinner at a local legend, Columbia Steak House. Cleverly hidden as a hole in the wall, Columbia serves the best steaks and the cheapest, strongest drinks ever. My old fashioned was only $6.75. Kentucky, scootch over. I’m here to stay.
Signe and I were eating and chatting when 3 guys next to us got our attention. They first claimed to be triplets and one pointed at another and said, “He loves you. He said he loves your voice.”
I swooned, blushed, and poked back. We quickly learned that they all love basketball and live in Kentucky. Two recently broke up with girlfriends but they were intent on finding love for #3. Apparently I was his next love.
I know what you’re thinking but they weren’t drunk. The youngest of the three was chatty and wanted us to know everything about himself and his brothers. The oldest – the strong, silent type – seemed mortified but smitten.
Then brother number 2 said, “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only 10 I see.”
I have no words for that but I laughed my head off.
Then their dad showed up and herded the 8, 9, and 10-year-old boys out of the restaurant.
I was tough. I didn’t show my heartbreak. But the cheekiness of these 3 little boys made my day. My voice IS awesome, damn it.
I’m moving to Kentucky. Good steaks, good bourbon, and adoration? Easy decision.
Good story Kim, sorry about your old tab…and your kitty. I hope you didn’t pay that tree trimmer.
Pam
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