Countdown to Triathlon - 261 Days, 37.255 weeks to Race Day (See Installment 19 of "The Journey", 220 mile bike ride, below)

This reminds me of our little town of Hughson where we lived for 35 years.  

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY - When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the great occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness.  ~Bob Hope

I'm off today to help my Mom decorate her house. 

          

















The Journey -

Installment Nineteen







           Leaving Sweet Old Bob at home, I arrived in Virginia on Halloween, which was a Wednesday that year.  That day I ran errands with Cindy and we got ready for the children who would be coming to “Trick or Treat”.  Cindy also had to prepare for her trip to New York, including getting her husband and three boys ready for the excursion. Cindy’s son Kanyon was preparing for his Eagle Scout Court of Honor which was to take place soon after we returned from New York.  As an aside, all three of her boys earned their Eagle Scout rank which is a monumental accomplishment.

On Friday I accompanied Cindy to West Springfield High School where a very giving and generous mother made a spaghetti lunch every Friday for the Varsity football team.  I watched as the other kids in the cafeteria purchased their lunches and was totally amazed at the choices the kids made for their meal – candy, cookies, junk, and more junk.  I guess I’ve been away from school too long and didn’t remember.  Suddenly, my memory came back.  I do now remember that my mother would give me lunch money and I would buy custard (in a little green pottery custard cup), a Pay Day candy bar and a package of peanut butter cookies which were wrapped in wax paper.  They were so greasy that the grease soaked through the wax paper.  Boy, they were sure good!  But, I am digressing here. 

            In the evening we attended Kanyon’s football game at the high school.  I remember that the first weekend in November was very cold in Virginia at night.  We were able to sit with our backs to the announcer’s booth which helped cut some of the wind.  Much colder weather than we were experiencing in California. We got to bed late that night and had to get up early for our trip to New York City.