HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

FOTO FRIDAY

No Speeding While Tailgating this Guy!

Smacko Macaroons! The sun is shining at 3 pm. Friday. Maybe I can deliver my City Newsletter Saturday without getting wet.

I wonder what we have in store Wednesday Nov. 4, when my Best Friend, Husband and I again return to Little Rock for asthma/allergy/COPD appointment? It could be worse. Denver is buried in an early snowstorm, the heavy stuff.

There is another Little Rock trip to VA Hearing Clinic where we will spend Thanksgiving Day. I've made reservations at a different LaQuinta Inn--maybe we won't have to play Tango with the Toilet at this one. We have an additional "T" word to go with Tango with the Toilet. I'll leave that for you to fill in.

Poor Luckie! She gets to spend Turkey Day at her UNfavorite spa. The boarding attendants love her, but she is less than happy when I leave her. She knows what strings to pull, so you feel guilty the entire time she is boarding. It is one of those heart-breaking looks she knows usually works on me.

Today's photos could be entitled Straight Out Front of Husband's Pickup because all of them were taken on our drive home from Little Rock to Bull Shoals.

Husband was driving. He calls my right front seat, the Right Front Seat Driver without Steering Wheel. I guess I give too many instructions; I missed my calling as Driver Education Instructor!

Picturesque country community church and old building in Marion County

This photo was close to being Straight Out of the Camera, until I decided to take a small portion off right side.

Small community between Conway and Clinton, Arkansas
Along U.S. Highway 65, Heading Home

Runaway Truck Ramp between Botkinburg and Marshall, Arkansas

There are a few runaway ramps in Arkansas. I have seen an empty stock trailer in this sandpit. Obviously, animals, if the trailer was loaded, and the towing vehicle were removed. I cannot imagine what kind of shock the force of coming to such a sudden, complete stop from a high speed. There is no plowing, or skidding in the deep sand. It is one complete, sudden stop. Whomp!

Same Song, Second Verse

"Same song, second verse, could be better, but it's gonna be worse.." and any number of versions thereof.

Guess what! It is RAINING a whole lot. In fact, we are rapidly losing access to our boat. Again, I'm looking for NOAH-- he won't have to preach 120 years to make a believer out of me. "All right Noah, I believe, please turn off the spigot."

Even a number of my Texas friends, relatives, and bloggers are tired of rain. It is rare to hear Texans begrudge rain.

The El Nino, La Nina, Pacific Ocean effect may be the answer to this unusual weather pattern. I've not heard the publicity given this subject a few years ago.

Now then, because inquiring minds want to know: who, what, when, where and how is the source of the ditty I used as a title. We chanted it as small children. In fact I've heard more than one version of it. Another version is "same song, second verse, a little bit louder, and a whole lot worse!"

A fast "Google" didn't turn up anything substantial except a bunch of titles of articles and books. using the ditty. Hope it is not copyrighted, as it surely is being abused.