Trippin' with Susan Straley

 Hello! Each time I write to you I have to read my previous post to see where I left off.  This time when I read the last post, I was thinking, "Enough Already!"   Sorry for giving you too much.  You don't have to know it all.  Geesh! It is just that as things happen, I think that I could share that moment with you.  And when I do it turns out to be too many moments.  I need to be choosier. I had a rainy day to do other stuff besides biking.  I drove to Winona where I went to Anytime Fitness and visited the historical museum.  Looking for a place to park in the downtown area I saw a sign for  "Red Mens Club", and I wondered what that was a moment.  Is there a large native american population here?  Wait, would they call themselves "red"? Then it hit me.  It was a place for angry men to gather and rant about those awful "socialists" and "libermorons" and "election fraud".  It was strategically located next to a bail bonds o

  “ For my part I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travels sake. The great affair is to move, to feel the needs and hitches of our life. More nearly, to come down off featherbed of civilization and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints." - Robert Louis Stevenson That quote was posted on Facebook by Katheryn Mossbrook Zimmerman (BagLady) when she paused her tortuous cancer treatments to hit the road again.  She is an amazing traveler, riding alone on her trike in foreign countries.  Now she is traveling by van and boondocking.  A woman of wisdom and courage with a zillion diverse friends from all over the world.  I am writing this from Joan's kitchen table.  She and I were caregivers at the same time.  We met when she and her husband came to visit Florida and ride the Withlacoochee one winter.   She invited me to stay with her for a few days.  I am sleeping inside a house for the first time in months.   I am starting to hear