Sept. 13

You can't pump your own gas in Oregon. I felt that that would be a public service to say this. The state government felt that automatic services would put a person out of work, so someone pumps your gas. No tipping. At first I thought the employee was trying to grab my pump. It made me nervous. No one has pumped my gas in years. He even washed the car windows. It was nice. I never did like pumping gas. In Chicago,I often waited until it was the coldest, wettest day of the week to fill my tank. Or so it seemed. I will remember Oregon for the most exciting drive that I ever had and the nice guy who pumped my gas. I took the day off here in Utah and stayed at the motel for a second night. Noodle got to take some beautiful walks with green grass and a side walk. I had a little difficulty with the side walk. he has become accustomed to walking the length of his leash on a semi country road. He found it hard to stay on a straight course. But he loved the grass. So many messages to catch up with. Onward to Wyoming.

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04.07 | 08:10

I read the last page first too. It’s a family curse.

22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

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