Hey Mr. Mark.........You can park next to my coach anytime.

Goldencrazy wrote:
That description has been used to describe me but never my moho Mike. Several years ago a guy and his family of four kids parked next to us at Ft. Wildernes. They all got out happy to be there havin g taken two days to arrive. The father quickly opened the hood and tinkered. I asked if he needed a hand and he said not now he was just disconnecting a leaky hose and tomorrow he would replace it and an exhaust pipe that he had been nursing. He mentioed somthing else he had fixed in Nashville but was sure happy to be out of the snow. The motorhome had no seen a wax job in many years and rust was abundant. That family was having more fun. They went in and out and laughed and played. Cooked outside and all ate at the picnic table. Kids petted my dogs and remembered their names while they were there. They stayed four days and sure liked swimming even on a cool day. That motorhome was a palace to them and that father sure was handy. I smiled every time I saw them as this was a neat family having fun with what they had. It's not the name or polish. It is the people.

Great post, it is really all about the people.