What's 55?

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Boy, have we seen a variety of signs along our trail. Traffic signs, billboards, crosses along the shoulder, skywriters, and more. 75, 55, 45, 65, Slow, Curve, 60, Work Zone, Rest Area, and more.

But my favorite sign these last few days was 55, because that is exactly how old my spouse is today! My Life, My Wife, is having her birthday on the road. I wonder what we'll do to celebrate? I don't know. Maybe we'll stop somewhere exciting.

Yesterday, we visited Little Bighorn. That's were the Indians got the best of General Custer. He was trying to drive the Indians even further out of the States, so the White man could have all of Montana. I don't get it. There is nothing there, even now after 150 years. Nothing but Little Bighorn, at town of 1500. We saw the battle fields and went to the museum.

But no one ever explained just what is a Little Bighorn. Seems like it's contradicting itself. And, I would think it would be contradictory no matter what language it originated from.

I'm short on Wisdom these days being so far separated from the Thought Dock. And I can't follow Fox News as I should.

We are camping now. Go figure. Wifi here. Long way from the tent days of Those Days.
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