We decided to bring the motorhome down to Heather’s for Thanksgiving. Nina drove down Wednesday mid-day and I brought the motorhome down last night after work. There were a couple of interesting incidents yesterday that I decided were blog worthy.

On the way down I stopped at a gas station / convenience store in Tremonton, Utah to make a “pit stop”. The fellow standing at the urinal next to me asked me, “How do you flush this thing?” I told him to take two steps back…. He did and the little red light did it’s job and the urinal flushed. “Well, I’ll be d*mned!” he exclaimed. He had to try it two more times — up and back and sure enough, it flushed each time. I didn’t have the opportunity to check his license plate to find out what planet he came from. Welcome to the big city!

What’s a pit stop without picking up some licorice? As I was standing at the checkout counter the clerk asked the fellow she was ringing up, “How’s that new baby?” He replied, “She’s a real Butterball. Same size as the turkey we’re eating tomorrow.”

Before I left I stopped at Albertson’s Grocery Store to pick up some batteries for the walkie talkies we use for Nina to direct me backing the RV into Heather’s driveway. As I was walking down the aisle in the grocery store, I overheard a fellow answering a store employee’s question. The somewhat dumpy-looking forty-something fellow said, “We met at a McDonalds. Six hours later we decided we could get along. We’ve been together for seven years now,” as he pointed to a forty-something woman who might have passed for his twin. Sounds like a made-for-tv love story!

We’ve had a nice Thanksgiving. Pictures and commentary coming Real Soon Now.