Well, Ksquared, seeing a good moon arising, so to speak, would certainly break up the monotony of cornstalks. I'll have to check the travel books to see if that's a common ocurrence amongst the amber waves of grain ...
What-were-they-thinking-about names .... A daughter of a wealthy Texas couple was named Ima Hogg. She donated Bayou Bend, her Houston estate to the local Museum of Fine Arts, who turned it into a museum and gardens that can be toured. It's quite a showplace, and when her name is mentioned, it's always Miss Ima Hogg, lending a bit of dignity, I suppose.
"Copacetic" .... One of the first big words I learned upon living in the big city. A programmer at the office liked to use it. "Everything's copacetic," he would announce upon arriving on the scene after being summoned to deal with the latest crisis. Anyway, for the record, everything's copacetic in Houston at the moment ... no storms or mechanical failures to report this week, so far.
Traveling with women .... I traveled with one only once. She was a lady friend as opposed to a ladyfriend, and we did okay for the most part. She was an experienced traveler and seemed to have good instincts about traveling, like how to successfully navigate me out of Boston's Logan Airport onto the freeway leading to New Hampshire ... without her, I would still be in the maze at the airport. We were there to do the fall driving tour in NH, VT and MA, as well as wee bit of ME and NY. On about the third day she told me that I was a good traveling partner, saying, "If you were any of my three ex-husbands, we would've had several fights by now." She liked to shop, and I learned early on that it worked much better if we parted ways for an hour or so, and I would do my photography thing and she would shop. There is no way I can go thru a shop with the tedious, thorough approach of a woman.
