I misspelled John Schneider's name https://www.facebook.com/john.schneider.501151
I met John probably in the mid 80's at various TSA events, but got to know him better in 1989 when I joined GHG. He likes to dig and can tell you lots of caving stories in a Missourian accent. He is deserving of an speleo award for Lifetime Acheivement. Here is a photo of a portion of the campground on Sunday. Note you need to bring a tarp and at least 2 objects such as a pole to erect the tarp, and some stakes and small cord. https://www.dropbox.com/s/iogtkeun5mq4akj/Empty%20camp.jpg?dl=0 Had any of the convention attendees chosen to stay home instead, it would have made a noticeable impact, or someone would have had to roll up their sleeves even further and chipped in even more. But after having briefly attended at least 15 of these conventions, I will say I missed seeing many of the older generation of cavers, especially those that I knew well.( my first spring TSA Convention was at Inner Space Caverns in 1985 ) I bet there were several cavers at both the 1985 and the 2018. Feel free to name yourself.Maybe Gil or Rune or Terry or Susan ? I did not get a chance to describe how crazy insane was my initial road-trip planning. I left Brenham thoroughly beyond exhausted Friday night at 10 p.m. >From there, I drove southeast all the frickin way to Arcola to pick up my estranged wife and kid - not. even knowing in any way, if I could convince them to come with me, but 100% certain that it would be filled with immense pain and displeasure. By 1 a.m., it was a no-go. They were not even anywhere close to being mentally ready for a road-trip. I went to bed thinking that I would have to blow off the trip. I did not sleep well. At 5 a.m., I begin to try to wake them up. I had not spoken to my wife in about 2 weeks, nor been home for a while, so this was beyond awkward. We were in the car, by 6:30 a.m. leaving Arcola. ( When I say Arcola, they actually live 7 miles southwest of there ) My wife and I did not utter a single solitary word the entire route until I began to set up camp. My daughter slept the entire way or refused to remove her ear-buds. I did not get the opportunity to tell them that I have been living with a Cuban lady for the past 32 days. I really did not know if we would make it there it until we reached the town of Bandera. The long trip home was about the same. I am back now at my temporary room in the Cuban ladies apartment. Her name is Caridad Luiza Rozada. She is so sweet, but we are totally incompatible roommates. The only thing I have to look forward to this week is that things should be hectic at work. That does not always translate to profitable. I probably won't spend any quality time with my daughter again for a month. So all I can do is reminisce. David Locklear P.S. And for anyone curious, I did make contact with the guy on Facebook that I was trying to subpoena to court. The way this profession all works is, a neutral party to the court case ( such as myself ) has to convince the judge that the witness or defendant [ and sometimes plaintiff in a countersue ] knows fully well that they are supposed to do something, such as attend the trial or furnish records. The judge decides whether more efforts are needed on my part. I get my instructions from one of the attorneys unless the plaintiff is a gov't entity. It is never fun or interesting, and often full of drama and very incompetent people, shysters and "adversarial" people and involves a buttload of driving in heavy traffic. Not a job for a sane person - so it fits me almost perfect.
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