The only thing better than a good road trip is going home again. I’ve been on the road since September 30, and while I’ve had a fabulous time out here, meeting readers and promoting “The Rustler”, I’m definitely read to get back to the ranch. Two little dogs will be mighty surprised to see that I’m still among the living.
The Trail Leads Homeward
I’ve had a great time in every city–even though it has rained both days I was in Omaha. The people have been so friendly, as they have been all along the way. There were stressful moments, those are inevitable, but the Lord sent an angel, in the form of an especially kind person, every time I needed one. This blessing serves as a reminder—often, we are called upon to BE that angel. To go just a little out of our way, offer a smile and a caring word. As a recipient of that sort of kindness, I can tell you that it makes all the difference to a weary and frazzled wayfarer. Tage, a young bellman in Salt Lake City, should have had wings sprouting from his uniform. He’ll probably never see this, but his warm smile and willingness to help made all the difference to this traveler.
Well, I’ve got a plane to catch, so I’d better get presentable. Good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise, as we say down home, I’ll be blogging from my personal computer tomorrow morning.
Home. That’s a mighty fine word.