Jean and I had the opportunity to take Dick and Leann (grandma and grandpa) to Mexico for what I called, their drug run. They were able to purchase the same drug prescription for grandma for about tenth the price. I know that they always let everyone know when they were leaving so they could pick up pills for everyone. While we were on the road, it did not matter what road it was, grandpa had a story. There was one road leaving Las Vegas where he came over a ridge and there was some folks pulling RVs that were involved in some kind of an accident. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but what I remember is there was not time for him to stop the bus. He had a load of people, I believe going to Laughlin, Nevada. He swung to the other lane to miss the traffic jam and looked up and a big truck was coming from the other direction. He said the truck moved as close to the edge of the road as he could and they missed mirrors by inches. Scare him to death. This is just one of the road stories from his driving. The funny thing is, every time we took them to Mexico, we heard the same stories. It brings back great memories. Grandma could probably correct me on the details. Just thought I would share.