Arrived in Tucson last night after a wonderful time at Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico.
Virgil made breakfast this morning and Stan couldn't help noticing the pile of cash and the scorecard on the table. Examination of the card indicates he's making the neighborhood boys pay back some of the money taken earlier this year from his brothers.
Old friend Dick Robertson came by to pick up Virg for a round somewhere where Dick can get a deal. They'll drive an hour to get there. Probably talk about Fed Chairman Bernake's address before Congress. Dick's lost some more weight, again, and has sort of a lean and hungry look about him. We'll be cautious.
Tweeny will arrive here Saturday to supervise the installation of an eight-foot door on Monday, which is actually going to be installed for us by local talent, Fritz and Maurie, but you can never have too much management.
Tee time Saturday at 1:15, Virg says. For now, we're just putting things away and getting comfortable. Target, Basha's and Home Depot this afternoon for essentials. And a peak at the Golden Goose Thrift Shop just in case Winston's 5 Vol. World War II history is there.
When we get an internet connection made to Stan's camera and computer, we'll post some photos of our adventures at Carlsbad Caverns, and, of course, the pictures of the largest cross in the western hemisphere.
Weather is nice, getting nicer.
