Meet Maverick and Charley and family (New additions to Who’s Who.) Maverick is one of my favorite cousins from my childhood along with his twin brother Molar. Maverick and his family were visiting our neck of the woods and delighted us with a drive by visit. California to Canada is about a 24 hour drive. They headed 6 hours north so can only imagine the amount of screaming and yelling that occurred in this trip. We showed these top gun characters around the place. Ringo even climbed to the top of the dirt pile to see what he could see. If Ringo wasn’t already properly named I’d probably rename him Goose. Why the post about a long lost cousin? I think this picture will forever remain in my memory as I hauled the crew around the farm. Charlie was relegated to the back of the Yota and crammed among all the refuse and waste. You can see her stylish appearance and obligatory smile as she burst forth her real feelings: I’ve never felt like such a city slicker in my whole life. I remember the exact feelings of coming home to the country after being immersed in the bright lights and manicured lawns of the big city. How odd and out of place it feels to visit a place like this. Funny enough I had the exact opposite experience last week. I had to take an extended business trip to California and felt like a country bumpkin for the first week or so. Who am I kidding? I was a fish out of water the whole 10 days I was gone. You know you are a country kid when you itch to milk a cow every day you are away from the farm.