Out to dinner last night with our old friends and RV travelling buddies, Travis and Cheryl Shelton.
The venue was the Ranch Hand, a restaurant on the outskirts of Cleveland, Texas that looks like a dump – wood frame building with a do-it-yourself project add-on entrance and potholes in the gravel parking lot that could hide a Honda – but excellent steaks in a friendly atmosphere.
We were celebrating because 47 years ago today they got married. I was Travis’s best man, and ten days later, he was mine.
Time really does fly when you’re having fun.
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