I’m at a pretty good but pricey RV park in downtown Yakima, but I’ll move tomorrow to Suntides Golf Resort (resort?). Gotta get my leaking heater in the truck fixed, so I’ll be here for a while.
It was great seeing the gang at the favorite waterhole.
Lillian wanted me to go through my brother Glenn’s stuff, so we spent the afternoon looking at all his things. There was a lot of junk, er, collectibles, and a ton of family photographs and such. My dad’s photographic negatives were glued together either from moisture or heat, so those were tossed. The photos and movies and slides I kept and will have to sort them out.
I found a document I’ve been looking for for 20 years, my mom’s airplane ticket getting her to Seattle in 1949. That was an unusual thing for a woman (or anyone) to do in 1949, fly on commercial aircraft from Kansas City to Seattle. Glenn knew he had possession of it, he just never found it.
Tomorrow I hope to find out how to fix my truck. I’m here until I get that resolved.