prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Trip to my grave. June 2018.

It was some day yesterday. I arrived at the Monroe Airport at 4 am. I was scheduled to fly to Dallas on American Airlines at 6 am. American had a problem. I flew on United at 5  am to Houston. Barely made a United flight to Washington DC. Arrived at Reagan a couple hours earlier than I was scheduled to arrive on American.

I took Uber over to the Arlington National Cemetery. I had a pass that was given to me years ago. It let me in to visit my grave. However, it would not work unless the Uber car stayed at the grave with me. I planned to stay several hours. I excused Uber and went to the Visitor Center. Busy busy. I had my flight bag with me. We had to go through a security check like at the airport!

My grave was just a walk away but I used the Grave Visitor van. (I did walk back to the Visitor Center when I left the grave). It was a long day by the time I arrived at my hotel. From two in the morning to six in the evening. I walked 5900 steps. (Usually 2000) I used a wheel chair in two airports. I was extremely tired.

But I made it!


Chris is listed on the back of the monument.




2 comments:

  1. What an exhausting trip, and surely emotional. Glad you made it back.

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  2. You are right. I came home exhausted but happy. Daryl id like a brother. His Mom (my sister Jean) was like a Mother to me. Between Museums I had a two day reunion with Daryrl.

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