Wed. Feb 24

Bob and I checked out of the Flamingo never to return again and headed over to visit George and Phyl. We walked into the lobby and Bob spotted his dad sitting on the couch reading the paper to a lady with a white cane. Phyl informed us he reads the paper to her every morning they are couch partners it was really cute. They seem to be doing really good and the facility is top notch.

We left and headed down to Az via Laughlin, Nevada. Not being able to communicate via the phone for a week we were unable to hook up with Becky Larson Squibbs. I am so sorry we missed seeing her.

Rush hour through Phoenix was not so bad we managed to get through it pretty good. We had been dealing with some light that kept telling us the tire pressure was not ok. About a week and 1/2 ago I wrote about the nail that was stuck in the tire well it decided to give us some problems.

We were 7 miles from our final destination at 6:00 (dusk) and the tire blew and when pulling off we were on a slant. Bob called AAA and told them we were in no danger. That was a lie we were 1 foot off the highway were the cars were traveling at 65 mph. He called back once he came to his senses and told them it was urgent. We attempted to change the tire while waiting but the jack wouldn't go high enough. The truck finally showed up and with all his power tools jacked the car up and we were on our way. The best part of the whole ordeal it could have happened any place in our 7 hour trip that would not have been close to assistance.