I was standing on my little porch watching campers across the creek thru the glasses, when a familiar white truck stopped out in front. It was my ex-boss and friend, Ricky Fleeman. He and his daughter Rachel have run the creek tubing company I've worked at across three different Summers.

Ricky and I met out on my sidewalk, and he had someone waiting behind in another truck. These are the guys that put together my landlords new trailer space down on his property by the creek.

They were here to turn things on for Steve, the guy that owns my place and many others around here, whose moving in shortly while his new house is built. He's got a barbecue pit down there, maybe I'll get another invite or two this Summer.

It sounds like Ricky's got a bunch of projects coming up, but Crockett Shoals Tubing Company won't be one of them. They're trying to sell it, but shutting it down for good if they can't. It was a great tourist attraction for this town and it was my pleasure to work with them over five years.