haha (anaconda? very fitting!) - Sand is where we began 'playing around' (grin) and a long time ago, too. He was 26 and I 21, and David had a dune-buggy he'd built with a friend and used in the dunes in the SE portion of Calif. (Yuma dunes they were called) I drove out one holiday weekend to see what it was all about, always ready to experience something new, and check out this guy who was teaching me data processing on the night shift, back in 1965. He had a brand new Ford pickup with a cabover camper and pulled his dunebuggy on a trailer behind it. (and, at his invitation I arrived in the dunes way back, almost 50 yrs ago now)...
Last night he commented on those days by saying 'he had to try out that pair of shoes'... haha I'd never heard that phrase, must be a guy thing... we laughed together laying there in bed! I must admit, I was more interested in his camper, tho, I'd grown up back-packing all over the Northwest and it's mtns... a real bed was a rather new idea to use while camping, in my book. I definitely got hooked on 'all' the desert rides! We'd follow sidewinder trails in the sand to a bunch of grass and find the little guy there, cooling himself. Or chase down jack rabbits as they'd run lickey-split across the dunes. The guys he was hanging with, I learned years later, were quite impressed with David's new co-worker. David's boss was also a neighbor and good family friend of David's, and says that he hired me just for David, to this day...
Anyway, sand was already part of who David was, and only fitting that we'd find new colors and textures as we traveled different places. (more words than needed, but your note sparked some fond memories of the good old days! and definitely got me sidetracked from this thread!) lol
Glad I reminded you of your lovely beginnings with your sand man, David. What a great story.




