Kindred,
As I mentioned in a previous communique, on Thursday the 13 of June, my wife transported me to the place of radiology, where I had more MRI's done. With and with out contrast because of a lesion that has been located on the tip of my spinal cord. It was shortly there after these tests that I communicated and genuinely insisted that my bride and I get to remove ourselves, if but for a couple of days, from all of the drama and stresses brewing around these parts. Witnessing what my dearest significant other was going through and experiencing, broke my heart. My Wife, always so strong and certain, was moved, to see her go through the stresses and emotional strain with her sudden release from a job she was totally dedicated to, and so very loyal, hurt. Us both.
It was important for me to get her and I out of this Tampa Bay area and see and be with some Kinfolk, be with a different peoples, and awesome little towns and villages. My Sis, East-Face-From-West-Tampa, co piloted with the Great One, and guided us up to my brides dad's place of birth, her biological dad that is. A Southern Man, born in Ray City, Georgia. I have visited his burial grounds in Davie, Florida, many times. Now I am able to say that I have visited his place of birth, and for some reason, I feel quite well about this. I wonder if his youthful spirit's were there with us, to help, and try to get us to forget a few things for a few minutes. Mr. Sapp, I felt your presence and am pleased to meet you. Thank you for your daughter's hand in marriage.
There we were, just one Saturday ago, a wee bit West of Valdosta, Georgia. Out there near that major maxim security prison, where I know a mighty fine good man who works there. "Hogan's Hero's", couldn't bust out of this address. Hell Nope. My eldest sister Ana Maria Carmen Louisa, my Botswana, and I were so happy to be there celebrating my baby sister's surprise birthday party for herself. Right there in the woods, with the cows, dozens of geese, and some right down awesome vittles. We joined with in-laws who feel so much more like our family than in-law's. I love them all to deaf. My sis Face, will turn fifty only once up down South, so we had to go. Just get gone and going. I am so happy that we did and I know my baby is too.
Sunday, the 16th, while in preparation for our return home, we hung out at Face's house a spell. My Sis and I drove about and all over Valdosta and couldn't find one danged Post Card. In the mean time, my sister Ana Maria Carmen and my wife, Botswana, had one of our tire's burst. There was a screw in the front right tire filled with that fancy chemical gas that I can't recall, but yes, we had a flat occur while out on a brief time away from our dramas and stress. I really have thought many times, my God, what if that had blown while we were on the interstate. No doubt, it would have been catastrophic. Botswana, drives like a James Bond girl. Thanks to the right kind gentlemen at the Super Wal-Mart, we were able to eliminate a high stress factor for just under twenty U.S. dollar. Thank you Great Spirit.
Blessed.
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