Twisted Tail of Xmas
                                                     December 2013

I was at a winter camping spot near Bethlehem (PA) and was ready
to kick back for the holidays.  Margarita glass on the table....


Into the campground came a couple whose Vanagon had broken down and was on a flatbed heading to the VW dealer's shop. They had had quite a trip, starting in Cairo (IL), and then Palestine (TX) and Mt Sinai (NY). Joe and Mary. Their van would run-die-run-die-run. It was not driveable, but at least every time it died, it came back to life! I invited them in--it was cold outside. Then I realized she was VERY pregnant and I said to myself, "Mother of God, what is going on?" It was the holidays, and there were no vacancies at the Holiday Inn, so I bedded them down in the camper. It was about then the I realized she had gone into labor. "Holy Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?" The Margarita had kicked in and Angels appeared and spoke to me: "Dude, get out of here. Give her some privacy!" So I wandered around the campground and found a campsite with some donkeys and I joined them in their camper for the night.
The next morning, there were Joe and Mary settled in my camper with a baby boy, wrapped in swaddling clothes, er, toilet paper. I knew something was special by the key ring that almost looked like a halo over his head. It was like a holy family....

I hung around the campground wondering what to do when three Westies drove in. I didn't know who they were. From the color combo, I figured they must have come from Italy. Maybe Rome (NY) or Venice(CA).
I knew they were wise men--they brought a Bentley, a replacement Hall sensor for the distributor and a spare water pump. What an Xmas it was!! That's my story and I'm sticking with it....