Two Indians...

A dear friend drove up to spend a few hours with me yesterday. She always brings the best gifts. This time it was cookies for Dad which he loved and did not seem inclined to share, and a sign for me...

After we spent some time catching up on our families, we went to lunch. As we were walking out of the restaurant there before us were two big Indians.

I may have yelled, "OMG, those are Indians!" while furiously digging in my purse for my phone so I could take pics. 

I was amazed, Indians, right here in Red Bluff, all the way from Florida.  Never seen an Indian from Florida before, much less two of them.

 

 

 

 

Signs of the times...

Stearman Pt-17 Kaydets flying over Red Bluff

Though a small country town we have our share of thieves, druggies, and ne'er-do-wells.  Actually a higher percentage than the average small town, because this is the county seat.

Most of my neighbors have those little warning signs for security companies that will alert someone (too far away to save you or your stuff) stuck around their yards. 
 

Most of them have realized this is money down the drain, and cancelled the security company services long ago.  They have left the signs and window stickers out as a hopeful deterrent. 

Now, there are enough ol Marines, retired & active duty LEO's around this end of town to keep most of the baddies away.  That said, on our end of the neighborhood I'm surrounded by techies, retired techies, a doctor, a couple professors, a government pencil pusher, and one bat crazy retired government psychiatrist. They believe in their little signs.  They believe their little signs will save them, and I hope that is true.  So, in the name of esprit de corps and with Dad's permission I have posted signs around our property. 

    

One More Time...

I'm not the jealous sort, really I'm not, it has always seemed like such a waste of energy to me.  

Damn Straight I'm not one bit envious of LL that he got to do this....   
 http://symbolic-mirage.blogspot.com/2014/01/old-mans-night-out.html

 but, if you happen to see an ol wild blue eyed granny with her wranglers on fire...well...