Note: This story is from my book Highway History And Back Road Mystery II. The Indians called him the Iron Man because it seemed like their arrows and bullets could not hurt him. The boys at the Bucket of Blood Saloon in Holbrook, Arizona called him a dandy because of his long flowing hair and […]
I spent most of yesterday working on the new issue of the Gypsy Journal, making and receiving telephone calls about our upcoming Eastern Gypsy Gathering rally, and making plans for future rallies. I had hoped to be almost done with the new issue by now, but I got lazy and didn’t keep on top of […]
With the Affinity rally over, yesterday morning we said goodbye to several of our vendor friends and made ready to pull out of Albuquerque. We were both more than ready to be somewhere else. I don’t like cliques. I didn’t like them in high school, and I find them even more childish in people our […]
As I wrote in yesterday’s blog, I wasn’t sure if we could get out of Show Low Campground because the weekend storm had made the roads so soft. But with very high winds predicted for today, we decided to give it a try. Dee, the new campground manager, and I walked over the soft patches, […]