‘Laissez les bons temps rouler’

It’s Day 407 of 15 Days to Flatten the Curve. Deb and I are fine.

Even though we’re here to visit a friend, keeping up with housekeeping chores and other responsibilities couldn’t take another entire day off. We had a few loads of laundry to do, and this morning we took time to flush the black tank.

That’s not the same thing as dumping the tank — we did that first, then hooked up a dedicated hose to a special fixture in the wet bay and ran water into it (with the dump valve open). That water flowed through nozzles inside the tank, essentially power-washing the interior walls of anything that gravity dumping hasn’t cleared. It’s routine maintenance, and as long as we keep up with regular chemical treatments topside we’ll only have to flush the black tank every few weeks or so.

Mid-afternoon we hopped into the vehicle our friend gave us to drive while we’re in town — a Chevy TrailBlazer, which brought back great memories of the one I owned for a number of years — and drove up to his gun shop. We hung out ’til closing, sipping on Sun Drop soda pop and chatting.

We retired again to his home, tonight dining on pan-fried sweet Lebanon bologna (and swiss cheese) sandwiches, with a side of hominy and washed down with ice-cold Hamm’s beer. Warm conversation followed.

The evening capped a wonderful stay here. Without a doubt, the best of times.

Early tomorrow we’ll pull up stakes, head west and then south, first paying a drive-by call on some of Deb’s kin, people she hasn’t seen in decades. Then it’s on to a couple of unconventional one-night stays before planting again for several days.

We’re thrilled about the way this journey has begun. Now, as they say, “Let the good times roll.”

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath