The Lost Scooter - A Sad Story

In a world that can pinpoint the location of cows, keeping track of a shipment seems rather simple. Nevertheless my new scooter is lost and alone tonight in this big scary world. She is spending the night on Tulsa time.

She was riding on a big truck day before yesterday. We know the big truck made it to Tulsa. They tell me the plan was to move her from the big truck to a smaller truck to travel through the neighborhoods to my house. This is where she is lost.

Can you imagine the terror? Finding yourself alone in the back of a small truck somewhere in backwater Oklahoma. We still have Indian tribes. The good news is the Cherokee people only get wild on Saturday nights playing the slots at their casinos.

Bottom line... She may show up today. I hope the forklift driver did not drop her on her nose or her tail light.

I may try to write a sad Indian dance tune of delivery but today I must visit the local witch-doctor to get more magic medicine.

Here is today's beauty in her teepee. Yes, that is Silver in her hand. No savages around here!