If I ever write a novel, I’ll get the character names from towns in Louisiana…

4/18/15, Gauthier, MS; Indian Point RV Park (we were put in “overflow” parking and had to unhook the car [a BIG pain in the butt]; next time we’ll ASK about pull-through parking instead of assuming!)

The opening for my novel:

 "Aditha Goodbee, an elderly spinster, met with the parson, Lyman Tickfaw, in the parlor just outside where the relatives were preparing to lay the late Maurepas Lafitte Montegut III to rest. Meanwhile, Morganza Krotz, old Montegut’s lawyer was trying to decide how to tell Parson Tickfaw that not only was he not going to get the expected bequest to his church, but that his ne’er do well ward, Belzoni Tickfaw, was Montegut’s sole heir. What nobody knew was that Montegut was actually Belzoni’s father and that he and Aditha had had another child, a daughter, Oretta Maringouin, adopted at birth by the town dentist and his wife, Bethany and Belcher Maringouin. Therefore…"

You can look them up.

We have been traveling in the heart of the recent thunderstorm/tornado-alley area—Houston and points east—and surviving nicely and luckily! We went to the 1940 Air Terminal Museum http://1940airterminal.org/ at William P. Hobby Airport http://houstonhobby.com/. The rain stopped for the morning. What a fabulous, if small, museum! The terminal opened in 1927 and went through many phases and was resurrected in the late 90s and turned into a wonderful museum of aviation. The best, however, was our guide and his and Randy’s shared memories of Texas, especially WEST Texas. They agreed that WEST Texas is the best part of Texas.

They both had flown in to the Lowake Inn (now defunct, unfortunately). We have very fond memories of the fly-in part of the Lowake Inn—even though Randy scared the c&*p out of me on one of our landings there in our Cessna 172. The pilots among you will understand what happens when you come in with full flaps and don’t add power as you land. Cessna makes amazingly strong wheel struts!

1940 Air Terminal Museum

Old time airline office

Word processor

Calculator

What the stylish Branniff "stewardess" wore to work!

For our friend, Doug, Western was the ONLY way to fly!

In the evening we saw the Astros play the Angels (6-3, Angels; we seem to bring them luck, both times we’ve seen their games [Rangers and the Astros] the Angels have won. Not that I really care!) and again the rain stopped both before and after the game although the heavens opened during the game, thunder, lightning, and an absolute deluge. We could both see and hear the rain etc even though the roof was closed.

Earlier in the day, when the roof was open, we had a tour of the stadium. Quite interesting, although I learned (and promptly forgot) more than I, or any of us for that matter, wanted to know about grass. Including that it is a sub-sub-species of a grass that grows somewhere in South America at about the same latitude as Houston and that they have sunlight meters to measure how much sun the grass gets. Yawn.

Old time scoreboard still exists

Backside of the old time scoreboard. Yes, the numbers are changed by real people!

They are meticulous about the grass!

This is where the really rich baseball fans go.

The scorekeeper's office

Where the print media works.

Cubby had a good time on the tour.

The stadium is part of the old Union Station

The weather was nice for the tour. The roof was closed for the game.

Yes, there is the internet but it is "tradition" to have these books.

This celebrity reminded us of Kris, Cubby's "mom."

Presumably this isn't a real gold glove.

The train toots and rolls back and forth if the Astros score a home run.

We had some troubling problems with the heavy, HEAVY rains—our auxiliary braking system on the Jeep didn’t work. Thankfully, after just a day, it is back working again.

Today (4/19/15) we are heading to Tampa. We’ll park the motorhome somewhere in the Tampa area and drive the Jeep to Miami for the Marlins’ game (and stay in a hotel where we can take real showers—we only have a six gallon hot water tank so we take “Navy” showers.