Since Nancy and I are ensconced in our room at the Quality Inn in Wendover -- we're not "in town". Does that mean I'm excused from having to list a reason why I'm not on the chat line tonight? Who knows, though -- if we're done with our fine dining experience in Wonderful Wendover -- I might just show up for the fun of it.
By the way -- it's in the mid-80s here, winds are about 15 mph from the south, and folks are starting to show up. Judy and Prozac got to the motel a few minutes before us, and as Nancy and I were at about MM 28 on I-80 westbound, east of Wendover, we started hearing the course-dragging crew chatting on the CB (channel one, everybody).
Best news of all: Dustin, the foreman from United Waste Services, has called me to let me know the porta-potties will be arriving tomorrow late morning. It's a heck of a note -- I keep the toilet guy's phone number programmed into my cellphone. Who would've thunk it'd ever come to this?
