April 18, 2008. San Antonio, Texas. Galleries.

The four little girls want me to tell this story. This is a true story. A week ago Ken and I went with David and Suzanne to their tennis clinic. Their routine every Tuesday evening is to go to the tennis drill session, then go out to dinner, just the two of them. Our habit is to join them for the evening. We watch the tennis class, then go out to dinner with them. David always pays the bill. David was changing clothes, while the three of us chatted out by the car. We had just arrived in San Antonio so we were all excited to be together. Suzanne was telling me a story full of animation and hand gestures, and while her arms reached out for emphasis, her cell phone flew out of it's case and hit me full in the mouth. What a surprise for both me and Susanne. But it was not thrown in anger, as the girls want me to say, but as an error. No blood. No trips to the hospital. Just a bit of swelling. But for a few days the girls told everyone that their mother threw her Iphone at their grandmother. It was a good story and they are going to stick with it. I set the record straight.

Yesterday we walked on the River Walk for a couple of hours. At least once a year Ken and I drive downtown and walk a part of the River Walk. The River Walk is about fifteen feet below street level, and the trees have been there for a long time, so the foliage is lovely and provides shade for the walkers. Every year,more has been added so we try to find the new area to check it out. We love to walk there. A new section that was under construction last year is now open for walking, and another three miles are under construction. It is a beautiful place. We have been here every month except July and August. Then the evening dinners on the River Walk are pleasant, but not through the day. The real issue is that we always get lost going home. Now we have been coming to San Antonio since 1965, and have seen the city grow. We have been to the River Walk 30 or more times. We have plenty of maps. Why do we always end up in places we do not want to be? We have been lost in every direction. Actually, we are never exactly lost, not just on the right road. Eventually, we have to find a place to stop and read the map so we can figure out where are we are. We never seem to learn to read the map first before starting the car. The next car we will install a GPS.