Spring 2015
Yeah, that was old Griz from down in Kansas. Ain't seen him in about twenty years! Then again,
I haven't really wanted to go back to Kansas for reasons of my own. I stopped and gave him a big ole
hug. We visited for a few and I asked him about the best spots and how good for sales this event was.
What he told me was that there weren't any bad spots. So I told Griz I'd visit later after I got set up
and off I went on my way.
Soon I found a large section of traders’ row wide open with many preregistration tags. Now we
are getting somewhere I thought to myself, cause I was seeing lots of my friends' names. Soon I even
found my spot too, not far from my folks' spot, and to make it better it wasn't that far from the food
area. I love camp food and fry bread! By now I was getting a bit hungry, and could sure use a drink
of anything wet. The sweet smell of hardwood smoke and fry bread in the air tantalized me! I had
to find out who was cooking.
To my pleasant surprise there were a lot of food vendors already on site. As I walked by I was
offered a free root beer and some frybread to try. I thanked them and sat down a bit in the shade,
though it was not hot at all, in fact it was a perfect afternoon. On finishing my munchy, I heard some
great camp music coming out of the camp cafe. I opened the flap and there was Skinners partying.
Half the band was there, the other half had their instruments sitting next to name cards and empty
chairs. It was a pretty lively batch of happy folks and the songs and music that they played were many
of my old favorites.
This camp seemed to be set on everything having a place, and everything being in order. "Well,
I bet the booshway is a strict fellow on the rules ," I mumbled. An old guy in a chair near the entrance of
the tent must have overheard me. He turned to me and says, "Booshway don't have too many rules, and
you'll find he is pretty easy to get along with and fairly understanding of anything ya might need." I was thinking
thatI like the way this all sounds! Now that I found my area, I figured to go back slowly to my rig
and wait a bit. I couldn't help but notice many folks that I knew and I could remember, well. their
faces, but for the life of me it has been so long that I couldn't remember their names. No matter,
we all waved and gave greetings.
Walking past where the merchant area ended and the camps begun again, I saw a wild looking,
loud talking, Texan, in all black clothing. I knew that voice, but this couldn't be my old friend 'cause
this was a young man I was seeing. As I walked towards him he turned to me and yelled, "Howdy,
Kid!" I was at a loss for words. I knew he had been gone for ten years! My ole friend could see my
confusion and said:
"Now Kid, don't be thinking too hard;
You will only hurt your head.
Here at this camp the rules are simple.
There is no pain, and age no longer affects us.
Kid, ya need to head back out to your rig.
The Linnet's Wings