We drove with Perry and his GPS, which he has named Gladdis to the Heard Museum. Gladdis tells you every turn to make and even chides you when you are speeding. Since it was a rainy day, the trip was a good plan. The Heard Museum is one of the Southwest's premier Indian museums. I am beginning to feel that if an Indian made something, or built something, it is our mission in life to see it. We will probably be involved in the next Indian census.
Today we are going to leave Perry and Mona's for points to the Northwest. They have been gracious host and we are considering a career of just traveling the country bumming from old friends. Perry has a nice place on the golf course, and you can just walk to the clubhouse for lunch if need be. Life is good in Sun City, and Cissie and I have met the minimum age requirements.
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