4 thoughts on “On The Road Again”

1. I broke my leg in Moab when I was a kid, back in the 50s. I was run over by a bicyclist, ironically enough. I lived in the uranium mining camp in La Salle Creek canyon, now a bird sanctuary and superfund site.

   1. So…… Did your family serve you Yellowcake* on your birthday?

      *My favorite with chocolate frosting…
      https://www.marthastewart.com/1502278/yellow-cake-recipes

      With or without the Geiger counter….

      1. My little friends and I once stumbled upon a pool of some kind of oil. It proved to be warm as bathwater, so we jumped in. Sometime later, I heard someone scream “Holy fuck!” and looked up to see my Dad and his coworkers running toward us. I stood up and said, “Dad! It’s really *warm!*” Turned out it was also radioactive.

         My Mom was a really good cook (though I think pitchblend was not one of her usual ingredients). She pursued her talents and ended her career as executive chef for a convent. At her funeral, the mother superior told me they were all very sad when she retired. They also lost weight and stopped being known as the Very Fat Nuns…

2. Safe travels but be sure to break some rules on the way home.

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