"Miracle on Morada Lane"

Well she wasn't usin' it any more,the Chinook that is. And I was sure as hell freezin'! I mean she had passed away and wasn't plannin' any more trips on this here plane. I never met her that I know of. A fella' I know just walked up ta' me sort'a outa' the blue and asked me where'd I been stayin' I pointed at my backpack/bedroll combination and I said "Right here".Then he asked me if I wanted an RV. I inquired as to the price and when he said "FREE". Well i couldn't hardly believe my ears. I'd been livin' outside for what seemed like a mighty long time, ever since that danged tree collapsed down atop my previous mobile home. That had been In August only 4 months past, but these last weeks since the temperature done dropped well mercy goodness it's been downright painful cold! The sorta' painful that makes ya' wonder why ya' don't just sorta' give up tryin'. When that cuttin' icey knife sharp pain cuts inta' yur feet and hands when all ya' wanna do is sleep and sorta' escape fer a while. When those knives slice you awake again in the mornin'. Those blades keep cuttin' as you wait for the sun to warm ya' or till you can find a nice spot where some kindhearted souls will let ya' in. They're out there, the good people and they'll let you in. The other ones are out there too, of course the ones that'd rather see ya' freeze than muddy their little minds with the suggestion that they might be there somday. It can happen in a milisecond. How long did it take for that tree to fall? It can fall anytime ya' know. On anyone. It can fall on you ya' know?

Wisdom n' Beans Or Follow your Gut.

My ol' pal Dusty once passed on some wisdom to me. We'd been ridin' trail up near Taos. Me on my Paint Louie n' Dusty on that Morgan mare. Well we came to a place in the trail where we needed to decide which was the best and brightest way to continue. I turned to Dusty, Dusty seemin' somewhat wiser n' all, and sought some advise. Dusty said. "Well from here, it don't matter a lot does it? I mean we're goin' home, right?" Dusty continued. "It seems to me there's many a time when a person might consult some sorta book or shaman or voodoo visionary, or some such fer direction, but mostly what matters, is a person deciding fer themself, or so it strikes me." I scratched my head and pondered. Dusty prattled on a bit more sayin': "You go on about your direction seekin', me, I'm right hungry so's I'm a goin' home". With that me n' Louie was left standin' with our quandry n' a pair of achin' bellies. About then I decided that the best course to travel was the one I liked, the one that got me "home". I gave ol' Louie his head, let him decide, and off we went.
When we got home that night me n' Dusty made us a big warm campfire. We built it out'a them books a' theories n' teachins and whatnot that I'd done been collectin'. We grilled us up some Buffalo steaks. We followed our gut. We drank some whiskey. We ate some beans. We hunkered down. We shot the breeze. We went to bed. We slept mighty well that night with the aroma of buffalo steaks and wisdom lingering in the air.

wOwIe ZoWiE There Be Goodens out there eh?

YO!
Great news from the article I had printed in the Taos News. Last night i went to this "group" thing at the mental health place, mostly so I could borrow their phone to call the landlord whose name I and # had just found out yesterday. So I call the # and the lady that answers tells me that she had JUST hung up from speaking with her husband, he was in Kansas, hunting, but they had seen the article in the Taos News and THEY had in fact been trying to find ME, but the only address that they had for me was no good. They saw my email address, contacted their insurance co. and now the ins, co. will contact me.Is that KOOL OR LIKE WHAT>?????. Now we'll see what they gonna offer.....