This is Gulick Park in Goodland, KS. Nearly all of the big trees that covered the park when I was young died and were cut down. If you want to play on the new equipment in the blazing heat of summer remember to warn the kids to check the temperature of the slide before they scorch their legs sliding down it. Uh, do this before you’re son screams his way down the slide in agony.

I remember riding this turtle and duck many a day. There used to be a hippopotamus that was my favorite, but I think the sproing was gone from his sproinger. Uh, don’t let the kids ride these in the heat either or they will be permanently welded to the balding turtle.
I think I know why we were the only people at the park. It’s um, well, uh, not very fun.

Stay tuned to find out why I’m showing you a picture of a blue guy’s head in a bag.

Here’s Jack, Levi and Isaac in front of Goodland’s Post Office. It was our riveting adventure for the day. Just to show my wild side I drove my dead grandfather’s old Toyoter pickup truck. The boys thought it was very cool.

The post office was built in 1934.
It hasn’t changed much.
Uh, in fact it hasn’t changed at all.
There is a beautiful mural depicting um, buggy rides and kids and a scary old woman with a shawl.
The postmaster or maybe I should say postmistress, but that sounds a bit scandalous. Anyway, she went to high school with me and used to work for my dad. How weird is that?
And Clay? Honey, you should be very proud of me. I figured out how to load my pictures on Dad’s computer all by my big self!