You may already know that I love stories! That's why I watch movies so much. A secret wish of mine has been to write stories myself. But I have been unable to begin to write stories. Somehow a story does not come to me inside my brain. So, although I have the desire, I have no story yet.
This morning it came to me that perhaps I cannot create a story in-my-head. Perhaps I actually have to sit down and type a story, in order to create that story. Today I tried that thought and came up with a storyline about a bike ride that I took when I was 12 years old.
Looking for dad
1949 was the that year my mom and dad separated. My dad did not come around hardly at all. I missed my dad and wanted to see him. But I did not know where he was living. My dad kept his airplane at the East Los Angeles Airport. I believed that if I could get to that airport, somehow my dad would be there too.
Although I did not know exactly where the airport was located, one morning I got on my English Racer bicycle and headed out to find my dad.
[To be continued]
4PM - Mr. Camarón
A couple of days ago I offered to treat John and Carol to a new restaurant that specializes in shrimp. The three of us went to Mr. Camarón [shrimp] this afternoon. It was pretty good. A shrimp dinner costs 110 pesos [$8.50US]. The portions are generous.
Location: El Chaco RV Park
Elevation: 15 meters