Honeymoon speed

It was about this time of year.

Jet and I were on our honeymoon, driving from Iowa to Reno in December in the year of 1955. We were both just 20 years old.

She said she had to use the toilet. The next town in the northern Nevada desert was 200 miles so we sped along in my Dad's funeral home black cadillac.

Finally we arrived at Cactus Jim's gas station and headed to the rest rooms. After I finished I asked if she felt better. And she said,

"I couldn't go, the bathroom was too dirty" !!!!!!!

"But the next stop is another 200 miles". There was silence.

I learned another lesson between a man and a woman that day.