A great back from Nationals was caravaning with Arie
Villasol and his dad. Well, Mr. Villasol and I
serenaded eachother on our Walk-about radios. He sang
Elvis songs, and I performed my favorite Tammy Wynette
melodies, in the middle of Nowhere, Wyoming. Arie
joined in sometimes, with harmony. I can still hear
Arie's dad's voice through the little speaker as we
cruised down I-80, through the canyons and the fields,
with raindrops dancing on the El Camino's windshield.
Back in California, I met all of Arie's aunts and
uncles at a big family bbq. These are warm, wonderful
people who possess a love for karaoke. I declined an
invitation to sing, but everyone else participated.
The whole house shook from the reverb!
Don't be knockin' the karaoke, man.
-Katie
--- Smokerbros@aol.com wrote:
> Do NOT, ANYONE, encourage her!!! I mean it!
>
> CHD
> (has anyone else driven all the way to Kansas and
> back with Katie? Yeah,
> that's what I thought. I rest my case.)
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Katie Kelly
Guilt slows your metabolism.
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