A catfish lunch, in trout country. I guess they had to “catch and release” all the trout!
Truthfully I enjoyed my dining companions more than the lunch. But the $ went for a good cause. I dined with a gent from, guess quickly now… did you say Texas? You are right! Basically my age, my values, my experience so we had plenty to talk about. Forgot his name of course, so let’s call him Howard.When I was in Dallas in my Junior years working at Texas Instruments on the Terrain Following Radar for the F111 Bomber, Howard was in Ft. Worth at General Dynamics working on the F111 aircraft.
Howard has a cabin near here, “never quite finished.” But he was envious of my RV life style, as he has become weary of always having to take his summer vacation here, not traveling anywhere else. Perhaps he was dropping a hint that it was for sell, but if so, it was too subtle for me to pick up on it until this moment. A very nice personable fellow, Howard.
Another older gent, Howard and I figured from his story that he must be around 90, joined us after I joined Howard at the dining table. Name-wise, I remember that he was a lieutenant colonel in the Air Force, a bomber pilot. So let’s call him Lt. Col. Shelby.
Lt. Col Shelby flew almost generation of ‘modern’ bomber to the advent of the B52. His story was a little jumbled, due to his age, but nonetheless interesting. It would have been very interesting to talk to him in a quiet place to get ‘the rest of his story’. Lt. Col. Shelby called himself a bum. Apparently he has no permanent residence, and is not a RV fulltimer, traveling around and staying in lodges, motels and such. At least that was the best picture we could get of him in the noisy trout catfish fry environment. Talking to career Air Force pilots is always interesting. The Lt. Col. said that the best part of his service was “seeing all the world at your expense,” pointing to Howard and I.
Sorry that I did not get a pic of them, as I was distracted by the conversation.Tags: South Fork NM