This time next week I'll be on my way to Washington DC. Until then, I'm here working on staying awake. I spent about four hours in West TN yesterday, mostly talking to the wonderful, hardworking folks who've decided that while their credit ain't perfect, they're real sure that the bank loan officers will see their way clear to loan 'em enough money to pay for the house in about a year and a half, seein' as how they'll have put about $3000 down in earnest money, and seein' as how the askin' price is pret' near twenty grand less than what it ort-ta appraise for...I'll be alright in a day or two, once I finish a couple of crosswords without consulting the dictionary, and maybe read another chapter or two of Blood and Gold....
Like a bad penny.... We used to scuba dive as our hobby, a hobby which eventually led to the procurement/construction of a small dive trailer to haul four sets of gear and four cylinders. It was a simple but elegant design - a box on a single axle frame, with the beginnings of a mural painted on both sides, and dive flags at either end. The kids had helped paint it, with Stephen taking special pains with the sharks. When we moved to Nashville, we sold it. We didn't dive as often, and we had no place to store it. Nearly ten years have passed since that October in '99 when we came up here, and I hadn't thought much about the trailer. I thought I had seen it the last time we went to Greenfield, but I wasn't sure. Then Saturday my mother-in-law called to say the neighbor across the street had our trailer for sale. The neighbor was asking a certain price, and we offered a little less. She called back later to say it was ours for the picking up. Sunday we made the trip to fet...
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