Just finished a road trip with a fewer other Harley enthusiasts, first real ride for my new Softail. Rode old US 90 and Alt 90 from Houston to San Antonio thru the sad downtowns we now call "Walmart road kill". Brought back a lot of memories, I can only say it was a better day back then, a time when small town America was a special kind of paradise. US 90 was a contempory of Route 66 and US 1, anyone over the age of 50 knows the world I'm talking about- along the way we travelled old iron bridges built in the '20s and passed by what once were busy old Opera-house style movie theatres and what were once small towns were the small shopkeeper was king. One realizes, a world has gone by.

This month will spent repairing and remodeling a porch on the side of my house that took the direct hit from Hurricane Ike. I will be enclosing it as a room addition, adding hurricane shutters and such so I the next time around I won't have to replace the carpet in the main living room the next time a hurricane shoves a tree branch thru the window.