Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I think I forgot to mention last week that I saw Rich Porter's wife, Lindsay and their son, Ashtin as they were taking a walk.  Ashtin was one of my scouts about a year and a half ago.  I said, "Hi guys."  Well today as I was heading down my street I saw someone running towards me from the other side of Adobe.  I thought it might be Rich.  It wasn't.  It was someone else with grey hair.  I didn't recognize him until he said, "Hi Burt!"  Then I realized it was Byron Allen.  He lives right down the street from me and we have neighborhood barbecues at his house every three or four months.  But not in the summer.  It's just too hot. 

I decided to do just one loop today because it's the first day of school for my kids.  I headed up the Floodway Path and as I approached Brown, I could see the Gradall on the west Canal road.  The Gradall (pronounced grade-all) is usually run by Lonnie.  He's older than the dirt he scoops out of the Canal.  There was another RWCD truck there, too, but I didn't recognize the driver.  Maybe he was new.  A Gradall has two compartments.  I've never been in one, but I believe one is for driving and the other is for scooping.  So as I was running by I was looking in the front one for Lonnie.  There was nobody there.  Then I felt stupid because he was in the back one waving at me.

I continued back towards Adobe and saw another man walking down the east Canal road.  I didn't know if I would catch him.  But I finally caught up to him as we both reached the fence at the same time.  Luckily he was just walking up to the fence and turning around while I was going through the gate.  It would've been awkward if we both tried to go through the gate at the same time.  He was a big boy.  Even bigger than me.