FINAL? For those few of you reading my blog, I plan to make this my last entry before my 88th birthday. I don't feel I have much to say and will conclude with a summary before we retired. As I said we sold the motel in 1983. It was messy as we took a house in trade (not paid off) and a note which I later discounted. We decided to take our children to Florida to see my Mom and husband Jim. We had a friend who lived in Cheyenne, Wy who owned a motor home, a 28 ft Winnebago. We picked an iffy time to go (December) and none of us had ever driven a motor home. At the time I had a small Ford Escort in which we loaded our 3 children plus their cousin Chester and drove through through the snow to Cheyenne, leaving our friends and relatives Cap and Julia to watch our home. From Cheyenne we drove to Kansas City to see my brother Paul and his wife Karen. We were met at the door by their dog Murphy, who proceeded to hump all legs he could find. The next day we drove to Nashville thinking Gran