Nothing better to do
It’s a saturday afternoon, i’m at the church doing sound for a wedding where the bride appears to be missing. I decided to tickle my brain (thanks marc) and see what was going on in the interwebs. I found this page on my cousin’s site. In there somewhere were links to his photo album where their were images of his house at the ranch. i can count the times my brother and i spent out their. Strangely though, it all looked so unfamilar. I can’t ever remember the kitchen looking like that, and i was suprised to see their was a back porch. I remember the living room and the fact that they had a satelite dish. Not the fancy Ku-band dish network recievers you have now a days. This was one of those 3 mettter C-Band dishes with the hydro-drive steering.
It’s jus so strange how some memories fade. Or maybe i’m just getting old? Groom is conversing with the minister, it’s 15 minutes past. i wonder if i have time for a water break.