June 19.

Our last day here in Korea. It started with a visit from Mrs. Ahn, Max's foster mother. She was in with a 2-month old boy she is caring for. Klay thought he would make a good homecoming gift, but they just wouldn't let us take him....

Then to the Korean war museum. A very important place for folks here, since they have spent the better part of 1,500 years fighting off the Chinese, Japanese and North Koreans. We found this A-6 Texan trainer here; one of about 200 they purchased from the US after WW II. Small world proof -- Kristy's grandmother Bertha was a "rosie the riveter" during the war, and worked on these planes in the Arlington factory. For all we know, she had her hands on this very plane.

Very mixed emotions for all of us coming home in the morning. Very happy to be coming home and seeing our friends. But this has been a wonderful place. And not just to visit, but to live for three weeks. We haven't spent much time telling y'all about the day-to-day stuff, like the subway travel, the food on the streets, the weather, the odd snack carts. But this is a great country. For these people to have achieved what they have since 1950 is amazing.

...When your house burns down, pick up the nails. Indeed.

See you on Friday.

rob, kristy, klay and max

June 18.

Yesterday evening we had dinner with a Korean fella by the name of Kenny Lee at the US military installation in Seoul. Kenny was introduced to us through Randy House, a former commander of the US forces in Korea, and a friend of Chuck Rosenthal, the DA in Houston. Thanks, Chuck, for the introductions. We also had dinner witha colonel at the base, Franklin last-name-I-forgot-at-the-moment, who was in charge of US media relations with Korea...a tough job.

No pictures because.....well, the base looked exactly like America. Every detail seemed like home, and I think that is the point. We had a great dinner and learned a ton about US/Korea relations and how this country had grown. Kenny Lee's family fled Seoul when the North attacked, and Kenny's father was taken north at the end of the war and never seen again. Kenny is now the head of the "Koreans who support relations with the US" group. (Don't really know the name). But Kenny comes and goes as he pleases at the base, so I kinda figure he is a good friend and helpful in relations between the two countries.

We also learned that: The North had artillery aimed right at us and could hit us at any time while we were having dinner. The North Korean soldiers are now 8 inches shorter than their Southern counterparts because of the poor northern diet. The South is deathly afraid that the North will collapse, because they will have to pick up the pieces and it will be a tremendous burden. (East Germany was nuthin' in comparison.) The South Korean soldiers patrol the border checkpoint with ball bearings in their pants cuffs because it makes it sound like more men are walking than there really are.

In 2012 the US will give up this base right in Seoul, and the Koreans current plan is to make it into a Central Park. That is, unless they pack in an ungodly number of highrises...

Now today, we traveled south on the subway/train to Suwon, where the Korean Folk Village is. OK, sounds touristy, like the pioneer villages we have. The photo is of Klay inflicting traditional punishments on Max. Maybe this has something to do with the low crime rate.

Basically, the traditional Korean life was in a simple house with a couple out buildings and lots of vegitable growing. Sounds familiar.

One last full day tomorrow. Mrs. Ahn, Max's foster mother, will be here at the orphanage with her two foster babies. We will be here for that, because Klay wants to hold the babies. Never figured him for that, but he is the one on the baby brother/sister tear.

See y'all soon...

Saturday, June 16.

Today we met Max's foster sister, Sun Ok. She is the girl in the pink. Her friend, Soo Ri, and Sun Ok went with us to the Incheon v. Seoul K League soccer match. Really nice girls who wanted to spend some time with us working on their English, because they both want to go to flight attendant school when they graduate from high school next year. Their English is actually good, they just need to build confidence to use it...

And the soccer, that did not disappoint. have pictures of the game, of course, but the shot above is of the Seoul FC end zone cheering section and their fire in the stands. What's soccer without a fire in the stands? It was loud and crazy and everything that a soccer match should be.

Now stadium food here is great. for a buck you get a ramen bowl. They have huge tanks of scalding hot water and chop sticks. You can also get a kimbab roll (rice, meat, egg, cucumber and maybe spam rolled up in seaweed paper. Awesome). And that's it, unless you want the dried squid flamed over an open gas fire until it shrivels into a frito.

And the mess? None. Everyone cleans up their mess. separates the trash into paper, plastic and food bins. In fact, you do that everywhere, including the McDonald's.

And here is a mystery. There are no public trash cans on the street. But there is no trash on the street. Cleanest city you will see. Read about that in advance, but waited to see for myself. It's true.

It's now Sunday here, and tonight we are going to the US military base to have dinner with some folks there. Should be interesting. Tomorrow, it is the Folk Village down south of town in Suwon. Then, just one more day before we head home....we will be sorry to leave, the pace here has been just right...

Oh, and Dad, Happy Father's Day!

Friday, June 15.

Today was a rest day...we went back to the World Cup Stadium and saw a movie. Shrek 3. Wanted to see Pirates, but it didn't show until late tonight. Prices for this stuff is the same, except that cinema snacks are normal price -- not jacked up. Very refreshing. Also, your seats are reserved. Finally, you can go to a special "gold standard" door and sit in a private room to watch your movie. It costs a lot, but if you want privacy....very plush.

When we went out, the Korean women's soccer team was playing Bejing in a summer series. Rough soccer, and fun to watch.

When we rode the subway back, we got off the main street to hunt for dinner. As usual, we found a whole different world behind the main street. In this area of Honkik University, it was a college/young professional town. had some great roasted chicken at a "Hof", a place you go for chicken and beer. 19 bucks. And remember, no tipping allowed.

A note about the weather. it has been no hotter than 80 degrees since we have been here; almost always overcast and dingy, but cool. They warned us to be prepared for rain all the time, but it has been very nice.

Tomorrow, Incheon for FC Seoul versus Incheon in the K-League. We'll let you know. Klay is hoping for fires in the stands like he has seen on TV. Me, I am hoping for kimbab rolls for stadium food...

Ahhh, a tale of two cities. We as Westerners sometimes forget that the other side of the world was rocking along as Europe developed. The dynasties of Korea formed in about 40 BC, and had a real growth period in the 300 AD period. In the 1300's this palace, pictured on the right, was the center of culture in this country. Gyeongdungbok was the place to be. It appears that they didn't get very far after this period; basically fending off the Chinese and Japanese for about the next 1,000 years. To give you some idea of the growth over here, seems that they lay claim to the first real metal-type printing press, about 75 years before the Gutenberg (sp) bible was printed. Needless to say, that claim may be a bit controversial in the West, but they claim they have a UN resolution to prove it....

So, now, after a few hundred years of isolation and dominance by Japan, they are playing catch-up big time. So far, they have done a great job of "knocking off" everything others have done (like Japan did 40 years ago). Just look at the cars. Every one is good mechanically, and they all look vaguely like a car someone else designed -- a BMW, Mercedes, Lexis, you name it. But they seem pretty determined. Heck, the Hyundai I drive looks like a 2004 Jaguar. Really, it does. Don't laugh.

Now, the new Korea is the picture on the left. Tons of riot police outside the very temple guarded by the 1300 AD soldiers. Seems they have pretty big demonstrations on a daily basis around here, and one was ginning up again today. Democracy in action, and apparently still a little messy.

And here is a mystery. Hardly any crime. One of the safest counties in the world. Poverty here to be sure. So what's the secret? There was a 5,000 won note ($5) on the floor here outside the hall where the dirt-poor mothers-to-be stay here at the orphanage, and it stayed there for 4 days.

June 14.

Hi, Klay here. Today we are at a Buddhist temple. You can tell how much Max and I like this place, because we are busy sword-fighting right outside the place where the monks are praying. Really, we read that the monks of Korea were fighting monks who had to fight for their country. Cool.

Also, I tried kimchi today. Picked cabbage. I know, doesn't sound right. But all Koreans eat it with every meal, and it is good. My mom actually snuck into the kitchen here and got us a big bowl to have with dinner.

June 12. The games Koreans play.

Korea is obsessed with golf. It is everywhere on TV and in the stores. But you can't find a golf course anywhere. But you will find tons of these everywhere. In a country where flat ground is a precious commodity, you can't waste it on knocking around a little white ball.

But you can engineer these immense driving ranges. Some have 5 stories of hitting boothes. All the balls go into the huge net suspended by a massive steel bar structure. You can actually hit the ball a couple hundred yards in some of these things. There is one right down the street from the guest house.

A round of golf? $200 bucks, we are told, for the least of the courses here. So these golfers get pretty good before they hit the links, is my guess.

It is now Wednesday the 13th...we took the KTX back to Seoul today. Sad to leave the Westin Chosun Beach, a hotel that feels like something out of a Bond movie, with all the foreigners and business people and gamblers. The have 1 casino in Busan, and it is for foreigners only. Now there is a way for Texas to do casino gambling -- require that only Okies can play! In any event, the place brings in a certain crowd to the hotel that gives it a Casablanca feel. Right down to the acts in the pubs and lounges, all who sing American songs -- but are Russian.

Good news. We scored soccer tickets for Saturday evening. We need to take the train to Incheon. Incheon plays FC Seoul that night. And we get to go with Max's foster sister. Sun Ok is now 17, and will be going to college next year. She wants to see Max -- she was 10 when Max was at her house, and cried and cried when he left, we are told (Max was the first foster kid in Mrs. Ahn's house). So Sun Ok and a friend are going to go with us to the game. She wants to try out her English. Should be a great time...

June 12. Masan.

Yesterday we went to Klay's birthplace, Masan. Masan is a fishing/port town of what looks to be a couple hundred thousand, about 40 miles west of Busan. We had to hire a car for the day to get there; the train doesn't make it down the coast and the buses were real milk-runs. But the car was cheap and the driver was really nice.

So this is a picture of the highlight of that city -- the fish market. Any picture of this world inside a world would not do it justice; you will need to see the video and the SLR pictures. Thousands of littel boothes crammed into a market with unimaginable foods and.....smells. sorry I can't take that home and give you a wiff. just imagine how these live octopus smell. That should do it.

Oh, and we finally figured out why Koreans never wear their shoes indoors. You can only imagine what was stuck to the bottom of our shoes after we goth through this place.

The town itself was a working man's town. Gritty and a little dirty. The docks were busy, and the shops were packed. Lots of trucks taking things out of the port to other parts of the county. And the people -- as nice as ever.

Now, we did go to Masan to let Klay get a feel for the town in which he was born. Since it was fish, and there was no soccer readily apparent, he said that it wasn't his first choice. But he didn't let go of his mom's hand very much this day, either....

OK, here we are at the temple. What were we thinking? Temple, kids. Not a great mix. But the place was beautiful. This was a working temple...tons of older Koreans hiking up the mountain to pray. Tons of elaborate individual temples/rooms. Pretty awesome deal.

The boys, they liked ordering hot chocolates out of the street vending machines for about $.50 a piece.

Got a cab arranged to take us to the town of Klay's birth, Masan, tomorrow. We will go to what we are told is the best fish market in the country. Won't sit well with Klay, but we will have a chance to look around this town...

Can't stop without saying thanks to this 90-year old lady who helped us in the subway. Had a ticket malfunction, and this lady took us by the hand through three trains and got us the cab to the top of the mountain. Kindness is the order of the day here. Can't count the number of people who have come up to us and said "thank you" in Korean, and the old ladies who have taken Max on their laps on the subway rides...

June 10.

It's a Sunday at the beach. Nothing with the cast net...again...but a great soccer game in the sand. Lot's of spectators rooting for Klay and Max against me and Kristy. And then to the exploring to the end of the beach and into the fishing village. Amazing fishing shacks, and live and salted fish everywhere.

So, Kristy decided we would eat seafood soup in one of the little shacks on a narrow street. Here is max eating something...don't know what. This was something out of Fear Factor. Everything was chewing and oddly-shaped. Don't ask about the smell. We got most of it down, though. We know it was at least fresh because when the big pot came out to be cooked at our table, most things appeared to still be alive. then the lady cracked open the shells and scraped things out right there, and cut up the octopus right there. The crab looked like it was already cooked. But in short, it looked like everything that you could buy in these fish tanks lining every street in this beach district...

One good thing about eating here. No tipping. In fact, no tipping for anything. Even the bellman at the hotel refused money. Here good service is expected, and folks here would be and are offended if they thought you expected better service with extra cash. That is a very nice thing. And, no sales tax. So everthing is a simple price. 1,000 won, period.

Finally, safety is not always a concern. Just check out the street bumber cars. Powered by car batteries, and wildly dangerous. And fun.

Tomorrow, it is into the mountains to see the oldest Buddhist temple in the country.

...And here we are in Busan, at the Westin Chosun Beach Resort. We booked this thing online using our Lonely Planet book as a guide, and it sure seems to be a good choice. This is the vacation destination for Koreans and other folks from around the globe -- lots of Germans and French here. This is a looooong way from the orphanage at Pyongtaek, that's for sure. What is amazing is that we came all the way here for a little vacation inside our vacation, and the theme here is America. McDonald's, Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts. Now, this isn't really Busan, but a beach area that is isolated from the rest of the city by some pretty serious mountains. We came through them in a tunnel. So we are already anxious to go into the city and see the sights -- the fish market, and the biggest and most significant Buddist temple in the country in the hills above the city. In a day or so, we will head over to Masan, the town of Klay's birth. Not sure how we will get there, but we will figure it out.

Already tried Max's cast net, which we lugged over here. Drew quite a crowd, and almost got a big fish. Probably poisonous and would have killed me, but almost had it.

Y'all will need to watch our video of the boys in the bathroom...using the "bodea" for the first time. I didn't spell that right -- butt washer is the American word for it -- but the looks in their faces have been caught on film when the thing started to do its work. The look of surprise. Well, a lot more than surprise. Klay is getting a butt massage on the toilet as I write. No kidding, the thing vibrates.

And we have experienced the odd Busan tradition of bumping tourists. Folks will walk down the street and bump into you...hard. We were warned about that in the books, so we can take it in the spirit given. A quirky thing that makes this place so interesting...That and the hillside across the bay that looks something like a hillside in Sicily. Ahhhh, a European vacation in Korea...

....a picture from the KTX train. Rice, a town, and some mountains. And building cranes are everywhere!

June 9th...

Here we are on the KTX bullet train on the way to Busan. This is really the way to travel. 185 miles an hour, and they don't even need drink holders. Cans sit their on the table in front of you. We went from Seoul, with 20 million people in the city and the surrounding area, to little valleys and rice fields. What a green, and rural, country. A lot like Weste Virginia, I think. Every little piece of flat land is used.

A 2 hour and 45 minute trip. Beats the heck out of air travel...

Well, we started feeling pretty American again right after Pyontaek, because our next stop today was Everland. A complete Disneyland knockoff, we think. But they must have been pumping drugs through the air there, because it was actually a lot of fun! Not a whole bunch of rides, but we've never seen a cleaner, friendlier place. this place is Korean for sure, given that it is wedged into a valley and steep sidewalks are everywhere, but the attention to detail is incredible.

So a good first week for our adventure. Lots left to do in Seoul, but tomorrow we get on the KTX, the Korean bullet train, and head to Busan on the souther coast. A vacation in a vacation at the Westin Chosun Beach Resort. Supposed to be the choice of all ex-pats. I can only assume we can get an internet hook-up without having to take the laptop to the top of the Eastern Guest House and hold it above my head, so we will plna on letting you know tomorrow about the bullet train....

June 8th.

Today we hooked up with a heritage tour from Oklahoma. We had the chance to come with them on the trip, but preferred to go it by ourselves. Yea, we would make more mistakes -- like ordering a whole raw flounder -- but we wouldn't be confined on a bus and saddled with set schedule of gift shops and McDonald's.

But today was special, because we traveled south to Pyongtaek, a smaller town where the Eastern Social Welfare Society had it's kids home for older kids who were not adopted, a school for special needs kids, a vocational school to teach older special needs kids a trade (baking and electronics), and a home for unwed mothers determined to try to keep their babies in the face of social stigma here in Korea.

Kristy had a ball. this was right up her ally, and she interacted with the special needs kids like she was a worker here. Her special ed. background put her at ease. For Klay and Max, it was an eye-opener. There were about 100 children between the ages of 3 and 10 here, who have not been adopted. Mostly, they are here because they are abandoned, but their birth parents have refused to allow adoption. There is no legal recourse to terminate parental rights, so these beautiful children are stuck here in a kind of limbo.

Both Klay and Max get it...they are already planning some fundraisers, so watch out. the kids sleep in modest and neat quarters, but as expected, live with one-half a closet for their entire earthly possessions. They clutch their individual boxes of crayons like their world depended on being able to draw a picture at a moment's notice.

We got to do the best thing we will do on this trip. Behind the orphanage is a pear tree orchard. This area of Korea is known for that fruit, and they make a lot of $$ off that orchard. Fruit is a delicacy here, and a good pear can sell for $5 or more in the store. A single piece of fruit is boxed up like gold here.

They needed hlep this time of the year in the orchard. So we all went in and did a couple hours work. Pictures to follow....we took little wax paper bags and twisty-ties and gently covered each pear fruit -- unripened and about 1 inch in diameter -- with a bag and a twisty tie. This keeps the fruit safe from bugs and pesticides. The trees are very well maintained to keep the branches low to the ground, so everyone, even Max, could reach a share of the little tiny pears and gently cover them with a little paper bag. The whole group loved doing it, because it made us all feel that we were doing something, anything, to help out. Didn't make us feel so useless, fat and.... American, I guess.

When we get home, we are planting a pear tree. Now if we can only find those little paper bags....

The tools of a working man...or woman. You see these hand carts all over, and in every area of town. Old men pulling these things in the middle of a vast intersection full of cars in front of the ciyt hall. As if the cart is invisible, the sea of cars and motorcycles and busses part for the old people doing the work of collecting whatever they can. For this man it's cardboard. I saw one old guy all bent in half pulling what looked like a 2-story building of paper.

Klay and Max haven't said much about these cart people, but they have been watching them. Let that bubble for a little bit...

June 7.

I always thought that the bowing was a respect thing. Now I believe differently. It is so that you can look down and see if you are supposed to be wearing your shoes.

Nothing is harder for an American here than figuring out when to take your shoes off. This is a picture of a bank. A 30-foot row of slippers at the front door makes it clear what you are to do before entering. But twice now I have started taking off the shoes to alarmed hostesses. We'll get the hang of this yet!

June 6th...

Hour train ride to go to the famous indoor Lotte Amusement Park...that was closed: 3 hours.

Buying stuff at the nasty tourist shopping district, the Iteawon: $50.

Eating at a Friday's with food that is made to look like American burgers, but smells like chlorine: $40.

Finding the little metal rices bowls you were looking for on the walk home....at the Korean Dollar Store: priceless!

Yes, 1,000 Won is about a buck. Every street has thousands of tiny little shops with odd assortments of stuff. Hard to figure out how anyone makes a living.

One thing we knew going into a trip around the globe was that you had be be flexible. Things would not work out as planned, and the best moments would always come when least expected.

And don't try to bring home with you. What's the point of that. After a disappointing day of tourist hell, we decided some "home cooking" at a TGI Friday's would do it. What a nightmare. Kinda like that comedy movie "Galaxy Quest," where the aliens watched old Star Trek movies and created a world based on what it looked like. The folks did their best and were truly upset that our food really sucked. Truth is, the place was packed with Koreans who were there on dates and such, and really seemed to be enjoying it.

But as Klay put it, we should let the Koreans play to their strength. Go to the great bulgogi restaurants, screw up and end up eating a raw flounder. Bad Korean food in Korea is a lot better than really bad American food in Korea. At least it's authentic.

Now we know what a Mexican must feel like at a Taco Bell.

Tomorrow, we have lunch with Doctor Kim and a group of adoptee families from Oklahoma. We are going to try to tag along with them to Pyongtek, about an hour south by bus, where Eastern has a campus for older orphans and orphans with special needs.

Finally, these stone toads are everywhere. Must be lucky. Klay and Max put on their serious Korean faces for the picture.

...On to dinner. You never know what you will find in a back ally. The nice lady who took this picture almost got killed by a car screaming down the narrow ally, but here in the Sinchon area there are a ton of back-street spots. At this one , you grill your own bugalbi (beef) and eat it with all sorts of other things that are very hot and otherwise unknown. The beer, of course, is pretty much the same. Everything comes in metal dishes, metal cups, and with metal chopsticks. Don't know why.

Again on June 5th...to the World Cup Stadium for a gift shop visit and lunch.

What a great place! This county hass swollowed soccer whole, like it seems to have done with a lot of other things from the west. Huge stadiums everywhere. We are angling to see Incheon play FC Seoul on the 16th.

The "FC" in FC Seoul brings up an intresting feature of this country's westernization. Seems that every sign/ad campaign/logo has English slogans and names. Everyone wears clothing with English. so why is it hardly anyone speaks it? Now, don't get me wrong, it is up to me to do the communicating, and it is amazing what a smile and a picture menu can do. But this seems a lot like American athletes getting tattoos of Asian characters. Do they really have a clue what they say?

Tuesday, June 5th...

This was a great morning for the boys. We spent some time with Dr. Kim. This guy is about 90 now, but started Eastern Social Welfare Society about 35 years ago, and has placed about 45,000 orphans in Korea, Australia and the US since then. But he took the time to visit with Klay and Max and seemed truly interested and concerned. Like the old grandpa who didn't have much left to give, but enjoyed the company of his grandkids. This guy is the real deal. It was an honor to meet him, and our family owes him a lot.

He left us with his mantra: "Be just, be strong, love everyone." Has it carved on a rock. Klay cringed at the last one.

The boys pretty much liked him because he gave them some cool gifts.

Wow, our very first international protest parade! A very well-organized affair. Tons of people with drums, lots of very well-used banners, and matching outfits. A very polite bunch, as well. Might have had something to do with all the police.

And what were they protesting, you might ask? Well, only two words on all the banners were in English...War and Iraq!

Here is our first day in the big city of Seoul. The forced smiles have something to do with the jet lag, I think!

Just watch out for those motorcycles on the sidwalk...

Adventures...in food ordering!

So everyone is pretty tired, and after a day of walking the area and shopping at the Hyundai Store (I know, that is what I drive, but this is a 12-story high-class store that puts malls to shame), it was time to eat. Klay and Kristy crapped out, and ordered some bulgogi (meat and rice) from a vendor and later regreted it. Ate in the room.

But Max, he just had to eat a fish. About a block from the guest house was this little place that had a fish tank out front. Your usual assortment of puffer fish, sea slugs, octopus, and flounder. And Max just had to have a flounder. So, heck, I took him to eat it. We went in...not many people there, and when we got the attention of the waitress, we took her out and pointed to fish. She smiled -- the only language we had -- and we went in and sat down. Here came bowls of seaweed soup, cabbage, red paste, and lettuce.

Then came the fish -- a beautiful whole flounder on a bed of glass noodles...raw. Yes, looking around, we noticed that this was a raw place. Not a cooked fish in the house. Well, it was sushimied rather nicely, but it was still a bit chewy.

But Max was a gamer, and we went after that thing. The soup, the fish, and the 5 little bird eggs that came with it...

We left some of the fish as we left, and it mortified the ladies there...they quickly scooped it up and took 10 minutes packaging it up into a wonderful little dinner box. As we were going out, Max had it right..."next time, dad, look around for a stove before we order our food."

June 4th.

My birthday...got up at 5:30, which wasn't hard because it gets light at about 5 a.m. Was going on my 50th birthday run. Streets were still quiet. I was just getting started when behind me was a great crash/honking/skid sound.

It had to happen. Tons of motorcycle delivery guys are around...streets, sidewalks, alleys. Keep your head on a swivel, like they tell linebackers. One was lying in the street, his shoes about 10 feet away and a big bike laying on him. I went out into the middle of the street, and gave him a good "you OK, buddy?" in englsih, of course. As I started to pull the bike off of him, he flips open his helmet visor..guy was about 80 years old. Still working the streets. He got his shoes on him, and as the cars were gathering around/speeding past and acting irritated that this guy was lying in the street. He stands up and together we push the bike to the sidwalk. Thing was beat up, but he wasn't going act hurt.

Man, these guys over hear are tough....like the saying you see around here, "when your house burns down, pick up the nails."

the rest of the run was a run to the top of a mountain in the middle of the city behind Yonsei University...where I had gone 10 years agoe when we came to get Klay. More on that place later.

Tonight? hamburgers, per the boys' request. What the heck, got to pace ourselves on the raw fish thing....

Our first day!

Well, who really knows whether it is day or night. We got kinda turned around on the 15 hour flights, with the date line and all.

But it is Sunday morning at 7:41, June 2nd. Been up for a looonnng time...This is a beautiful city, Seoul. Clean. Friendly people right off the bat. Cleanest airport I have ever seen, and so quiet. Most polite, quiet and well-behaved kids. Ours definitely need the English nanny lady after seeing this.

OK, so we get in at around 7 p.m. Time for some food. Klay picks it. We pass the place on the street selling sea slugs and puffer fish, and go straight to the pizza hut. But, the nicest pizza hut you will ever go to. Shannon, beats the heck out of that one in Pecos a few years back.

Computers here in the Eastern Social Welfare Society business room are old, so no photo downloads for the moment for lack of a USB port. But they have PC rooms everywhere in this town, so we should be up and running soon!