Jon and Betty Hehman of Woodstock, Georgia
The Hehmans are just simple country farm folks living out in the woods with their animals in a tiny homemade cabin with a tin roof. Miss Betty takes the wagon into town usually and helps out at the airplane shop while Jon struggles with the Truth of the Universe and keeps up with the oil changes in the tractor.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Betty said she heard weird noises that night, but she thought maybe it was just the wind. Sure enough, the gnome that lives down at the creek under the bridge had snuck in again, and this time he painted the bathtub. But since he had told them once he was the reincarnation of Jackson Pollock, they just let it go. After all, he does help out with the magnetic fields when he can...
This very odd phenomenon was noticed in the kitchen at the little cabin one morning when Jon was preparing one of his world renowned favorites, commonly known as pancakes by the lower classes. Betty did a quick survey of all known Indian burial sites nearby to see if any activity could be observed. This investigation proved negative, and then they both realized that it was the day when Cassiopeia was nearest to her daughter Andromeda. And they both knew what that meant...
During a modest 450 mile jaunt across Kansas, Jon and Betty had a chance to sample exotic local delicacies and, unaware of the effects of these strange foods, were overcome with a powerful sleepiness. Fortunately, along came three rather odd looking fellows who managed to wake them gently. Then all five continued their journey along the yellow brick road....
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Jon's 1000 miles in British Columbia and Montana...
Early morning coffee after spending the night rough-camped along Libby Creek in Montana. He must be thinking about another 110 miles in the saddle, and no civilization to be found---which suites him just fine. Of course, that may mean no pancakes to be found either.
Ah, solitude. This is along the Vermillion River between Radium Hot Springs and Castle Mountain in British Columbia.
Ah, solitude. This is along the Vermillion River between Radium Hot Springs and Castle Mountain in British Columbia.
What were the poor people doing then...?
Miss Betty and Miss Andrea on the balcony of our very exclusive suite (of more than one room) at the world renowned Muller Hotel on the Mosel River in Deutschland.
Miss Betty consented to meet with young Herr Schumacher as we luxuriated in Oy-rope-ah among the grapes, and he begged her for a photo to show his friends. Betty is sure he's never forgotten the moment. She was so nice to him.
Miss Betty consented to meet with young Herr Schumacher as we luxuriated in Oy-rope-ah among the grapes, and he begged her for a photo to show his friends. Betty is sure he's never forgotten the moment. She was so nice to him.