Three-Pete in Mumphis

Remember our last blog where I said that Pete and Paul worked together in San Francisco for awhile? Well, old habits die hard. Don't know if this is a kiss hello or goodbye. But a kiss is still a kiss.

We extended our stay in Memphis because of foul weather and so instead of "Pete and Re-Pete" we're calling this Three-Pete for our third night together.

Pete invited us to his midtown Memphis condo (very nice place) except we were sure we saw a discarded needle or a shiv in his parking lot. Turned out to be just a piece of plastic. Got a shot of it anyway. We will shoot the damndest things. You never know how they're going to be used. Why we used this...we don't know.

Pete had a lot of mementos hanging on his wall. This is of Pete, Paul and the all-boy crew in Ireland.

This is Pete's mug shot when he was picked up on a morals charge in San Francisco. Not his first. Most likely won't be his last.

Actually, this is his press pass issued by the San Francisco Police Department.

Here's something we thought we would never see--a domesticated Pete in his kitchen preparing dinner and a jug of vin-- which is something we did expect to see.

As news director of a TV station in Memphis, Pete even works weekends. Mention the word "work" and Paul starts to shake.

Anyway, Pete forced us to watch the Saturday evening newscasts. He has to critique them. Here you see that Ohio nimrod Eric Cantor railing against everything Obama. God, will these politicians ever grow up? (That's Paul Ryan (R/Wisconsin, blue tie) behind Cantor.)

They're not paying Pete as much money as we thought. He only had enough to buy meat for one hamburger. He was so embarrassed he didn't want us to show his face. So hell, we cut his whole head off.

Paul was making an ass of himself (as usual) and so Daisy sat in to share that one hamburger. Here Pete, Daisy and I are praying the helper we fattened that one hamburger up with won't give us the Mumphis trots.

After prayers Daisy digs in and as usual really gets no further than the wine.

Next stop for this dog: the Betty Ford Clinic.

But the real reason for this blog is to reintroduce you to the all new for 2010 2285 Lance Travel Trailer with side slider. On the left you see the 2004 Tundra tow vehicle with crew cab, leather interior and the color-matching 2009 Vista snugtop camper shell which neatly finishes the sleek look of our traveling ensemble.

The Mississippi River is inconsequential. Just full of barges and flotsam. But you will note Daisy making a brief cameo.

Don't know what's funny about this but Daisy and another trailer trash Jack Russell went at it. We pulled them apart and barely managed to keep from getting evicted from the Tom Sawyer RV Park. I wonder if they have an anger management program at that Betty Ford Clinic. We could do a two-fer.

This is one of those barges on the worthless Mississippi. Actually, we've enjoyed just sitting outside the trailer and watching the rest of the world roll by.

A barge with rocks headed for Sedona. Like we need 'em.

There's not a whole lot to do here except watch the river traffic.

Paul keeps looking for "floaters". Here he recalls his trip on China's Yangtze River where you'd see two to three bodies every day. No joke. The bodies all collect at a downstream dam where they're picked up and thrown into a truck like the dead trees and other flotsam that floats down with them. But enough about China.

The management here at the park expects the river to overflow its banks in three-to-four weeks and there was major flood here last year. But this year's is not expected to be as bad. Let's hope. These are nice folks. Clean up after a flood is no fun.

Whatever happened to Pete? Thought this was going to be all about him. But mostly it's about the all new for 2010 2285 Lance Travel Trailer with side slider (and Pete if you're reading this thanks for the great dinners at Folk's Folly and your place and thanks for coming over to our trailer and snapping up what little food and wine we had left. God, we wish they'd pay you more at that station).

Our next stop will be somewhere downriver in Mississippi.