Finally

I am caught up with the summer. Today, in 1977, Elvis died, on the toilet. How ironic is that? I remember those words spoken back then. Today, they would hammer him a lot more, in the press. Today is also the 124th anniversary of my Grandmother's birth, in Red Wing, Minnesota, area. In about two months, I will be packing the car and heading south again for the winter, but still summertime. Does time fly for any of my followers? It seems like I just arrived in Iowa for the summer and it is time to start planning the move again. I have some miscellaneous photos that I will try to post this week, maybe tonight. Happy August 16th, yáll.....carry on.........