DRIVING: PORTLAND, CART, AND UP THE WALL

That's it!  Packed, fueled, loaded, and coffee in the zarf, Jeani and I blasted off on a dangerous mission.  It's gotta be, right? dangerous? two well-matured women on their own? and of all things, going to a tractor show?

My Okie friend and I are headed to Portland, Indiana, to the Tri-State Gas Engine and Tractor Ass'n.  What could be dangerous in that?  Ut-hum, we had wisdom, knowledge, can do attitude, wheels, and money!

In Portland's 4-H fair grounds, the camper's already parked and fees paid.  We just have to get our name tags, our tickets to ride - through the gates and through the town.

Last year Spencer went to the red barn's window and got my name tag for me.  It's written by Spencer and pinned on my note-board, "Pamela BayZ" (purposely misspelled last name) with city & state. and in parenthesis (If lost call 317-379-XXXX).  The little turkey put my own phone number on there!

Fun and frivolity, grins and giggles, ha, ha, ha, even strangers laughed, 'cause I pinned this year's tag on my blouse:  "Geanni's Friend" "If lost return to find her"

We're bound for fun days!

She's driving!

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Second things second.  My back and feet complained.  Jeani's hips said, "I need better shoes"

We had walked.  We had went 6 blocks, 'nuff that!  We walked back.  

Got the truck, got the money, went to Carts & Parts, paid for an additional 1/2 day rental of our golf cart!

Ah.  Nice.  Nice ride.

But, we need something.  Hum, a rear view mirror?  Yes.  But something else, hum, we need a spider!  A GIANT spider! 

"In your hand, or in the bag with the can?" Dollar General's cashier laughed about the Raid and the black fuzzy spider  "The two just won't go together, it'll drive him up the wall!"