Gas at Walmart, ate our sandwiches in the parking lot, then went inside to shop. Nephew Chad came up to me in the beer & butter aisle. We exchanged brief pleasantries. I refrained from asking too many questions. Mary ran into Nayeli, Margarita's daughter, in the cheese and cold cuts section. She kept trying to look away from my camera, but I finally caught her.
A number of times, I spotted Cates who used to work with us at the quarry. He makes me smile every time I see him. He's somewhat challenged mentally, yet has always been convinced he's one clever fellow.
Outside, waiting for Mary, I heard a thump. A white sedan had just backed out into a parked red Chevy pickup. My initial and natural reaction was relief that it happened to them and not me. Then, I felt sorry for those involved.
Back home there was little I wanted to do, beyond watching reports of the military coup in Egypt.
The left rear tire of the Pacesaver is now flat.
Sigh.78.1 °F, clear. (835 Yell Rd 1/8 mile S downtown square)
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