First Time in Years

Turkey Day made it.. I made it too..Ain't life grand.. It is just a hoot..
The Green Vulcan sits on the patio under it's cover.. That puppy hasn't even
been cranked in almost two months.. The kitchen is empty and nobody is
stirring through the park, yet..For the first time in too many years to
remember, I won't be doing all the Turkey and fixins'.. Even though I made
the decision, myself.. I sure miss it..

The giblet gravy, cornbread dressing, candied sweet potatoes (none of those
furrin' yams for me) .. None of it is going to go on the table, today..
Some.. as far away as Guadalajara, Jal. have complimented and made an entire
meal of that dressing and gravy.. That stuff is good eatin'.. But .. not
this year.. All the good neighbors in the park have decided the Walker's
will do Thanksgiving dinner "out" this year.. Normally .. our little mobile
home is busy all day, while they drop by, to visit and fill up.. No
leftovers in my fridge..

With all this free time today, I just might get a chance to watch another
one of those damned football games, that I always miss.. Nah. maybe there
will be a good movie or two..

Three of the bro's came by yesterday.. I heard those old cruisers when they
turned off the street into the park.. That rumble was unmistakable.. While I
listened to them making their way to my corner, my heart began to pound and
my pulse was like a machine gun.. I knew there'd be lots of coffee drank..
Sure enough.. they backed into my curb, parked 'em and commenced to take off
leathers.. Four cups of fresh coffee was waiting for them, when they made it
to the porch.. Tooman spoke first, after we settled in chairs.. "Damn..
son.. you don't look near as bad as ol' Quenten, when he got sick".. Well..
I never looked as bad as Quenten, even when he wasn't sick..

The conversation went on and we drank that pot of coffee, smoked a pack or
two.. They just dropped by, to wish me a Happy Thanksgiving .. Kinda nice of
them.. These guys are the cream.. They ride 'em like they just stole 'em..
For more than twenty years, we'd worked together, drank lots of beer and
tequila, chased a lot of women, and lived hard, but good.. We've rode a lot
of miles together and shared a lot of grief.. Sure got a lot of good and bad
times to reflect on.. These are the ones to depend on.. These are the ones
who will be there.. The good Lord has been good to all of us..

That's really what this day is all about .. It's Thanksgiving and all is
well with the world.. It occurred to me that these men never came just for
the good food.. All that was just there.. they came because that's what they
were supposed to do..This day was meant to be shared with the ones you care
about.. family, friends and all the ones you care about.. This day is meant
for each of us to remember all the things, in our lives that we've been
grateful for.. A good ride.. and the good friends that shared it with you..
That's what this day is all about..

Happy Thanksgiving, here's hoping that you will share something good with
somebody you care about, today..

Your friend in Irving
Bill Walker

 

'preciate the kind words, Mr. Fright.. Thanks.. I dodged the bullet, this
time around.. Whew.. that doctor (ugly bitch) kept on talking about surgery
and I just flat out refused.. LOL.. Anyway, if everything keeps working, I
should be out and about real quick, if the weather co-operates.. Whooo..
hoooo.. days like this one sure makes it hard for me to stay off that ol'
Vulcan.. dammit.. Regards..

Your friend in Irving
Bill Walker

 

Many dittos to ya, NG bro.>•<Y ep, the way you told it, is what is is
all about, family, friends, country dressing, choc pies, dumplins, let's
see, O yeah........the Cowboyz play at 3pm. Now this is a traditional
way to enjoy the day. As I type in here, Honey, is still doing her
baking and cooking skills, and she's been up and running since 5A.M.
Family's coming here, Wamba area of Texarkana, from Forney, Sunnyvale,
and Houston. The Sunnyvale ones got here last night. Keith of Forney, is
hauling his HD, some of us may take a Ride, because it's nice, with blue
skies.....it wuz 34* at 6am. O yeh, I built our first "Far'' in the
firePlace. It's ben to warm, lately. A BIT OF HISTORY
Linclon declared the last day in November to be a Hoilday, of Thanks, in
1863. It was about 1930 something when they named it officially
Thanksgiving Day. Now if I'm a bit wrong on the dates, I AM sure, Brian
will staighten BJAY out...(smile)
Happy TD

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Sunnyvale?!?!

Why heck, I can chunk rocks at those folks...I'm so close to them!

Don't get me started on the Sunnyvale/Mesquite thing.

Hope the day of riding was good for y'all!

 

Brian,,,,,,O-I-want!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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five of us Rode....talking family, I am lucky, I rode with 3 sons'N'Law,
and one son.......ain't that something? who can say that in
Here....(smile).....my Son, on his 98 Honda 750 magna, at about 40mph,
out ran, (not much-few feet) Jim's 1800
VT-Honda, up to 105mph, then Jims biggen, pulled away......Bubba's 750
magna, is stout.......Jim, couldnt believe it. The other SonNlaw, Keith,
rided an old 2004 Harley, he cant EVEN....stay close to that
Honda-Magna.....tickles me. Cause Bubba's 98Mag..cost $5400 and Keiths
HD cost $21000.....I dont know......but we got a liittle bit 'airish''
B4 we got home...cause the later it got, the cooler it got, ya
know....and we werent Leather'd.

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