While eating a monstrous breakfast burrito at Mi Madres on a crisp, sunny morning in Austin Texas the radio started playing...."Would you like a ride in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon. Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful balloon."
I couldn't help but remember our magnificent days traveling from job to job in the ole' green Dodge singing our hearts out! Precious memories. Next time we are all together let's go find a grassy knoll and do a little cloud gazing. Hopefully our imaginations will unlock the myriads of funny shapes in the clouds we once saw a few decades ago. Who know we might even see a hot air balloon!
Take a ride today,
Cyrus
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Nice... I remember the first time, maybe the only time we chased down a hot air balloon. I was so excited as we drove up to where the balloon was landing right as it touched the ground. Dad stop the orange and white beetle bus and I was out the door in a flash, up to the fence and in awe as the mass of colorful fabric bellowed down to the ground. There was a chilling breeze... that is when I remembered I was only wearing my whitey tightys.
Hey Reese, can you add me as a contributor too? Or is this a man thing? ;) -Margo
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