Last year I met a young
man, Greg Walsh, and he told me he was going to be a Combat Controller.
I was interested in talking to him of course and let him know it
was OK to dream, but that such statements could get him in trouble.
It didn't take long for him to convince me he would be a Combat
Controller and I promised to be at his graduation. He graduated
on 14 September 2006 and this is my story;
Graduation was Thurs,
the 14th and Jill decided to make a vacation out of the trip to Pope
AFB. We left that Saturday with plans to meet Dave & Mary
Pearson at Razcals Restaurant and Lounge. On the way we were going to make a quick stop in to see Ruth Abee and we never completed the mission.
Once we left the
highway, we got lost. Jill made me pull over and ask some ladies
for directions and they informed me I was lost and to go back the way I
came. Luckily we found some other people and they too pointed us in
the right direction. We ended up back at the highway where we
started and I was starting to get concerned.
I had also made another
mistake, I forgot about the time change, so I was already an hour
behind and lost. I stopped and called Ruth, but her phone was
busy. I waited until I couldn't take it any longer and called again,
I made a tactical
decision and departed for the next fix. We were also suppose to
connect up with James Howell and his squeeze Margo. We made the
safe house a little late, but we were forgiven and the party ensued.
Dave is the owner of Razcals Restaurant and Lounge
where we feasted and consumed mass quantities of libations on Dave's tab.
Dave and Mary also entertained us, as they were the featured
entertainment that night.
The next day we met up
with Dave's sister Nancy and her husband Terry. They also just
happen to be next door neighbors. Chief James and I, along with
our bed warmers were staying at Dave and Mary's Bed and Breakfast.
We came here for FUN and last night was just the start! We
saddled up the bikes and headed for the mountains. Did I tell you
Razcals Restaurant and Lounge
is in Asheville, NC and the Smokey Mountains? We hit the Blue
Ridge Parkway and ran into many other bikers also enjoying the
After many hours of
riding up and down and around and through, we found all the rain we
were missing in Missouri and we were experiencing the drastically lower temperatures in
the higher elevations of the mountains. I don't ride my bike in
the rain or cold, but when I
went through one of the many tunnels, and you know how sh*t happens....
it was all
over me. Then Dave said he knew a hillbilly in the area and we could
dry off. Dave's navigation wasn't any better than mine and we
rode around lost forever and just when I didn't think we could get any
lost-er..... who do you think we found?
If you guessed J.P.
Lagerloef, you're right. The ole' hillbilly is shacking up with
Sharon in a part time home on some lost lake, right where we needed saving. We
all took our clothes off to dry, including J.P., and then sat to chow down on some Brats, drown in some beers,
and tell lies...... We were having FUN......Again! Thanks J.P.!
before we had too much to consume, and in between the pelting rain showers,
and sometime before dark.... we stumbled back to our bikes and raced off.
I almost forgot to put my clothes back on...............
OK, I'm not sure how we got back, but I know it was a lot quicker
and dryer than the way we got there, where ever we were.
That night we spent a
wild evening at Dave and Mary's Bed & Breakfast and chowed down on steak,scallops, and tators. Dave
and Mary have a few dogs and the little beast (Buddha) wanted a piece of Vinnie
& Minnie. Of course we were so lucky, Minnie had just gone
into heat, go figure. We had a house full and they never
complained? The next morning we saddled up again. Jim and
Margo were heading home on their bike's and we were going for one more
day of riding in the mountains..........
Before splitting up, we visited Razcals Restaurant and Lounge
one more time and snapped a picture in front of the Hero Wall Dave
constantly updates. The bar was closed, but I know the
owner and I snagged another beer before we left.
Just a short
story; I have this huge
Indian friend named Rudy and I only mention he's Indian because he
thinks the White Man is persecuting his people. So, I was
surprised when he went out West to visit his people and returned with a
gift for me. We smoked the Peace Pipe and he told me
the gift would travel with me and bring much pleasure. I didn't
understand, but that's normal operating procedure for me.