You learn something new every day. Today, Ron M. and I learned the meaning of "mollydooker" when a group of Aussie men came to visit Afton Station and one of them, while signing the Guest Book, described himself as such. "Huh?", I said stupidly. "A lefty... a left handed person", he replied. Oh, really! On the way home, Ron and I used my phone to inquire of Siri exactly how it's spelled and a precise definition (just in case he was pulling our leg and it really meant something nasty... ha ha). Well, now we know what to call all those poor souls who struggle with my Guest Book with three rings on the "wrong" side for mollydookers!
At the very end of the day we heard the roar of motorcycles and what should appear but 14 bikes carrying 14 women from Tulsa. They stopped primarily to have their Route 66 passports stamped, but those who hadn't visited previously also lingered long enough to check out the cars in the showrooms and buy a few items.
Another star of the day was this amazing, gorgeous, and supremely tasty blackberry pie made by a neighbor of Ron's and enjoyed by Ron, me, and Tattoo Man, who was with us for part of the day. I must say, that woman has a way with pies! Flaky crust, yummy berry filling, sugar crystals atop. I was in heaven!