Acrossing Paths

 When I went to walk this morning, the fella above was in my path.  I usually carry a walking stick because of my bad knees but I am getting stronger and today I left it in the truck.  I might have poked him with my stick if I had carried it, but today we just stepped around each other and went on our merry ways.

Below is where Patsy lived in 1965.  Nothing there today.

Fleta and George have been married a long time today if I remember correctly.