You know how I'm originally from Dodge City? That means that my parents lived there with me. For a long, long time.
Sixty years ago, back when my mom was a young 'un, she and some other young women formed a study club. The dues were $5.00 a year (I am not kidding), there were only to be 24 members at a time, and you had to pay a dime if you missed a meeting. The club is still going and are having a 60th anniversary luncheon. Which Momma wants to attend.
So, off she and went to Dodge City for a long weekend. The weather was beautiful; warm and sunny, just like the first of December should be. We packed for snow and summer because we know how fickle the weather in western Kansas can be.
We stayed in the local Best Western that had quite an Old Dodge City feel. In fact, they had light fixtures that promoted the Dodge City Posse Comitatus. Take a moment and google "posse comitatus". You will find that they are a crazy vigilante group who believe that the local sheriff is the highest valid government official and that other officials, district judges for example, should be hung. Oh yeah. You read that right. The Posse was big when my dad was on the bench and they caused him more than one sleepless night.
My hometown.
We headed home on Saturday no worse for the wear. Except that Mom had lost her voice and felt like she was getting a cold. Keep this in mind. And don't blame me for not taking it more seriously.
