In November 2013 the thirty-year-old Damon Intruder motorhome I’d been driving for less than a year gave a sigh and died on an on-ramp. This knockout punch was delivered less than a week after I made a typo calling it the Inturder. Though we laughed heartily, no one expected that to become a prophecy. Recovering
Originally posted to ontheroadagainagain.com on March 24, 2014 Last November, the 95 Damon Intruder motorhome I’d been driving for less than a year gave a sigh and died on an on-ramp. This knockout punch was landed less than a week after I made a typo naming it the Inturder. Though we laughed heartily, no one
Originally posted to ontheroadagainagain.com on February 27, 2014 Some days it pays to get up. And to get going. And some days it pays to keep going even after you screw up. This morning was one of those. My day was perfectly planned: Work out, garbage out, breakfast, etc. By step two I was screwed.
Yes. End of story? No. Last year the Intruder motorhome I bought kind of fell apart and earned the name In-Turd-er. Bad luck. Right? Not really. Over the next eight months, it was transformed into GrandpaLyle’s Ark. And I love the Ark. While the In-Turd-er was sidelined, I was fortunate enough to join a Solid Rock Carpenters trip
Nearly 57 years ago on the eve of my 23rd birthday, I was blessed with my first child, John Scott Clapper – to be called Scotty. One of my favorite pictures is of me dressed for graduation in cap and gown and holding this marvelous creature in my arms. As he grew up, we became
