The Old Blog in the Desert

Did you miss me? No? Hmm…

I missed you!

Well, so much for running away from problems and taking 30-days to travel about. Life on the road isn’t like it had been a few years ago, but I’ll bring you up to date when I post my journal entries for those days a little later today.

Lots of things have happened in these few ensuing days, including the death of one of my wife’s friends and the euthanization of one of our dogs, which actually precipitated my sudden departure. So, clearly there is a reason for the way events shook out this go-around.

Anyway, this is the story I had planned for my return September 1. It’s called ‘Thirty-days Later.’

“So, you say you entered Mexico without your passport, correct?” the state department clerk asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” Tom answered.

“You do know they’ve been searching for you since you disappeared last month?”

“I figured people might look for me.”

“And now you’d like help securing a passport so you can get back home?”

“Yes, please.”

“How did you enter Mexico in the first place?”

“I came in with the Swedish Bikini Team.”

“The Swedish Bikini Team?” the clerk asked, a look of puzzlement washing over his face.

“Yes,” Tom answered.

“How did that happen? Were you kidnapped or something?”

“No. Not at all. I got in their raft willingly.”

“I see. Their raft.”

“Yeah, I was taking a picture of a flower when I heard a woman yell ‘Hey!” I looked up and all these beautiful bikini-clad women were floating by. One  asked if I wanted to join them and I said ‘Yes,’ hopping in their raft as they passed.”

“And you remained with them, even after the rafting trip was over.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“They had lots of beer, lots and lots of beer.”

“So where is this Swedish Bikini Team, now?”

“I don’t know.”

“What, did they abandon you?”

“No,” Tom said, “Quite the opposite!”

“I don’t understand.”

“I abandoned them.”

“Why?” he asked.

“They ran outta beer!”