I came into Westport, the town I began to grow up in 50 years ago. I've been back to the town several times over the years and felt a bit of a connection, but I felt a little disappointment this day. The town is different, and there seems to be a difference in the people I spoke with. Maybe ot was me, tired and worn a bit from my journey. It will always be my hometown though.
I greeted my brother and family rolling in to their home in early afternoon. How warm it is to have welcoming family from a long roadtrip. We got caught up, mostly with stories of my adventures, and I filled up on a grand home cooked meal. I slept soundly, and woke to start my motorcycle maintenance operations. I rode with my brother and my nephee Teddy, to get lunch and gather supplies. I went into the Walmart and tried on a real pair of cotton blue jeans. What a treat! I put them on when we got home and I didn't take them off until I got back to Tampa. I'd had enough of the lightweight polypropelene pants. The oil change went smootly for the most part. I thought I had cross-threaded the filler plug but with a little added force, the threads responded. My neice Annie brought some lovely artwork she created. She makes beautiful flowers, purses, wallets, and pencil holders from simple household items like duct tape. They are wonderful creations. Teddy suited up for his first football game. Playing defensive end, he pressued the quarterback twice and assisted on a tackle. It was a gorgeous clear day. I had a respect for Teddy's achievement. I know he is commited to playing football. Here is a picture from shortly after the team's first win.
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