The Truth is Out There

Message reconstruction for my edification:

(First contact: 12/05/25)

Robert: Hi. How are you? I hope you are making progress on your fitness? How long have you been using your fitness pal? 

My reply: 12/10/25 (I had received several blind inquiries like this from guys on MFP which had me scratching my head - I’m there for accountability & moral/emotional support, not as a dating app! But I see no problem with having male friends…)

Hi Robert -

I crossed over to MFP after my SparkPeople website shut down, while it seemed to be the “next best thing”, it ain’t the same!

Same day: poor grammar, a little disjointed - had me wondering, bot or catfisher?? & I don’t have photos of ME on my profile unless he stalked me onto one of my groups? (How would he know I’m “fit & beautiful”?? Do you come here often?)

Sorry hear that and hope you will be making more progress soon. Little wonder you look fit and beautiful. I've been using mine for about some years now. Although I've been having issues with my device and have not been sleeping properly of late. Which device are you using for your fitness pal right now?

Me: Mostly I use MFP on my ancient iPad, although right now I am using my work computer (shhh, don't tell! but sometimes it's good to be the boss!) I have gotten up a little early these past 2 mornings to roll around on my yoga mat - nothing strenuous, just stretching out a bit...

(Same day reply:) Wow that's sounds good. I can see you pushing so hard to lose more weight. So tell me which device are you using for your fitness pal right now?

Me: Nah, I don’t have the stamina to go “all-out” anymore… I bought a new FitBit about 6 wks ago as my early Christmas gift; it seems to be “good enuff” for my purposes. My son had gotten me something fancier (whose name escapes me!) several months ago, but my iPhone is so outdated it couldn’t download the necessary app

12/11/05: That's okay. I think I might just have to get another device instead maybe Fit-bit. The Apple watch I use now frustrates me and I was being sincere. You still look fit and beautiful. Whatever you are doing sure is working. where are you from?

Me: Born & raised in Big D (Dallas TX). Returned to the S side - about 30 mi S of downtown (where H1 & I could afford some acreage to keep our horses at home w/us), but it’s easy enough to drive up into The Big City if we want to go shopping or partake of any cultural amenities.

I don’t appreciate the ever-growing traffic issues, but not enough to seriously contemplate pulling up stakes & relocating…

RJ: Texas is lovely. Actually I'm from Raleigh North Carolina but currently deployed in Iraq. I serve the US Army. Retire in a few months. Quite exhausting being here. What do you do. your profession? Does it really helps with your fitness routine?

12/12/25 (me): Wow, Iraq?!? Thanks for your service - just so happens that my stepson (another long complicated story - he’s not really my stepson, that’s just an easier designation than saying Alex is my son’s adopted brother on his dad’s side) is in the process of completing basic training at Fort Moore. I don’t have many details - he’s probably still angry with me! as I said, it’s a long complicated bunch of blended-family nonsense. I sent him a friend request but I need to go check & see if he’s blocked me (Alex has blocked my son as well as Z’s fiancée).

My ex-husband was an Air Force brat, but his parents divorced when he was 5. I ought to type all this up in a blog post since I’m frequently asked about Family History by my son…

Anyway, I am a veterinarian - predominantly small animals but I treat a few horses & goats & potbellied pigs which keeps life interesting 

RJ: Wow, I can understand completely how complicated a family history can be especially with a lot of moving factors and perhaps discounted emotions, but I just hope for peace in the family and that everyone reconciles cause no one really gains when the family is at odds with each other. At least I can tell from your right up that you have a good heart and you want to reconcile with him if he is open to it. I also think you have a lovely career. I’m sure you love what you do very much. I just hope it doesn’t get stressful for you sometimes. It’s a pleasure to know such a lovely woman as you. Are you still married now?

Me: Well, sure enough, when I logged onto FB I found that Alex has blocked me. I jokingly suggested to Peran (aka H2 - yep, I remarried!) that maybe Alex would accept HIS friend request, but he says he’s happy to not poke that hornet’s nest, to let sleeping dogs lie, or insert your favorite metaphor here… (He’s the guy who drove Alex to the airport when he left our household a couple of years ago. Let’s just say we all did not part on good terms! Alex had a lot of growing up to do - being in the Army may be the best possible outcome for him)

I may drop him a Xmas card in the mail which he’s likely to wing into the trash - I know Zach (my son) is done with him too. 

It’s all just so sad - I need to write it all out; that’s always been therapeutic for me.

I remember when my uncle came to see me in the hospital right after I gave birth to Zach - this grizzled rancher tenderly held my newborn as he told me: “Your family is everything - the most important thing in life.” And he’s right. Unfortunately he had a stroke & passed away when Z was 6 wks old.

RJ: I'm really sorry you're carrying this weight, especially around the holidays when family stuff hits hardest. It sounds like a deep, aching kind of sad the kind where you can still feel love for someone even though the bridge between you is burned. I actually lost my wife to Lekuemia [sp] some couple of years ago. Single father. How many are your kids?

Me: My deepest sympathy on the loss of your wife - that’s rough. I have one (human) son - Zach, age 27. 

Once again, that’s a long involved backstory - but when Z was born, my cousin bought him a tiny football jersey #23, bcz at that point we had 22 other dogs, cats, horses, donkeys, reptiles & 1 mule. 😉🤣

I see one child in your profile pic, is she your one & only?

Hubby & I are decompressing this evening by watching “The Menu”** which I find darkly hilarious. I have a love/hate relationship w/Ralph Fiennes - he’s either very very good or jaw-droppingly awful!

** definitely NOT a kid’s movie, but Z & I loved him in all of the Harry Potter films!

Postscript (12/13): My apologies - looking more closely at your picture I can see two kiddos!!! (I do need to go get the new lenses put in my glasses)

RJ: Yeah I'ma single father of two

Thank you so much, you are so kind. It's in the past now, life has to move on. I'm sure your kid (Adults now) is just as adorable as you are. I have two young kids. Struggled for kids for years before we got blessed with both. 15 and 12, their names are Oliver and Allison. Would have loved to send a picture but I'm not sure how to using this platform. I'm not so social media savvy. Are you on a better one like WhatsApp, Telegram or Google chat perhaps.

(& then I thought I pissed him off, didn’t hear from him for a week! I was wrestling with my conscience as to whether to switch platforms)

12/20/25, RJ: Good day pretty. How's your weekend going so far? 

12/21/25: Not feeling “pretty” this morning, I’m sorry to say - suffering a lapse in judgment & getting myself tossed, creating hardship & pain for Christmastime - was not on my game card! On the plus side - I met my friends for a nice ride yesterday, we had beautiful mild weather. But as for the negative - I KNEW those boulders were boogersome, we had ridden past ‘em twice! So what foolish impulse made me lope up to ‘em that 3rd time, tempting fate?!? Twoie dumped me, no doubt have some cracked ribs. This made for a miserable night, but I just took another handful of ibuprofen which will give me some relief…

RJ: Sounds good. Would have loved to send a picture but I'm not sure how to using this platform. I'm not so social media savvy. Are you on a better one like WhatsApp, Telegram or Google chat perhaps.

I went ahead & decided to take the plunge:

Maybe I’m techno-savvy enough to do this:

Nope, apparently not! (Trying to send QR code for Telegram)

But you should be able to look me up as Val Jaffe (no imagination; that is my real name ;-)

Profile picture is of me on my gray horse Twoie, wading in a creek

RJ: Aww lol. Your name is actually so cute. Love it. Just tried searching for it on telegram but couldnt find it. Perhaps you could search for me on @blessedone54 Please let me know if you seen it. I have a lion head on my profile

Since then, we have chatted intermittently on Telegram, but at this point it’s been 18 days since I’ve heard from him, I hope nothing bad has befallen him. No fool like an old fool!

A Useful Idiot

 (I originally had something else in mind, but this is what floated to the surface when I finally got to the point of sitting down to immortalize my thoughts - the title is what cranks my motor, after all!)

I got very little accomplished of what I had planned this past weekend: everything from my endurance ride Friday, to canceled plans with Tony Saturday, to not getting the blizzard of paperwork on my desk sorted out Sunday…

At least Wednesday went all right - this was Tony‘s actual birthday, so I spayed his dog & he hung out at the clinic with us. Took him to lunch at the pierogi place, got his ears pierced which was another BD gift from Auntie Val. I also gave him a substantial discount on Marigold’s spay. We went to dinner with Tony & his parents Wednesday night. I hauled up to horse camp Thursday in order to ride Friday & come home Friday night so I could take Tony to the Dallas World Aquarium on Saturday.

My ride was a bust since our weather turned hot as we dragged in OT yet AGAIN. I have a feeling I had a lot of company but I didn’t hang around to hear the ride statistics. Poor Chris’s gelding stepped off the trailer lame so she didn’t get to ride at all! At least she told me Corey was doing great & was so appreciative for him - he’s a great dog so he deserves this chance to be the center of attention, the “perfect farm dog”.

Unfortunately, Tony had to go to urgent care Friday with migraine-like symptoms so we did not go to the aquarium Saturday after all. I filled this gap in my social calendar by taking Lisa out for a slightly belated sushi BD dinner. (Her party was last Sunday afternoon - I showed up late as I was returning from the CT ride in Athens I had been judging)

& once again, time races away from me so I will have to tell you The Rest of the Story later

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Boy howdy, did I titled this post appropriately! I was doodling around last night during my TV time fleshing out my story, & yet I lost it all when I navigated away from this page… Silly me - I really thought this ancient iPad had an auto-save feature?!?

ANYWAY - quick recap: I did my best to supervise Zach’s video games, reading materials, & activities growing up. Initially I was horrified by his fascination with Deadpool - a Marvel anti-hero if there ever was one - with his foul mouth & decidedly marginal ethics. Zach painstakingly explained to me that Wade Wilson (who had pre-existing mental health issues) had been driven insane in the process of becoming Deadpool. I came to an understanding of why Zach would admire him in view of his own topsy-turvy custody wars existence - especially during his last horrendous senior year when I lost custody after years of conflict. I took he & his friend Josef to see the Deadpool movie in the spring of 2016 - it was a small humorous light near the end of that awful tunnel.

I try to make the most of my drive time by listening to podcasts - one of my faves is The Cine-Files; their most recent episode was Deadpool. I’m feeling like a useful idiot myself, as the consensus from MD Anderson continues to be watch & wait. Dr Hu wants to see me in 6 mos but let’s face it, I’ll barely have this round of medical bills paid off by then! Methinks they’ll have to wait a year unless my condition precipitously deteriorates… 3 yrs until I’m eligible for Medicare - some nice folks in my thyroid support group offered suggestions, but unfortunately as a self-employed person who does possess the means I don’t think I’m eligible for much help. Here’s my post:

Whelp, it appears to be mostly good news following my recent check-up at MDA: “stable disease” with a calcitonin around 1800 & CEA of 8.3**. See ya in 6 mos!

The kicker is my share of these expenses appears to be $8100 (current insurance carries a $3500 deductible & I’ll have to verify percentages beyond that). Obviously not gonna get any real answers over the weekend so Val can just fret about it…

We won’t mention that it cost me roughly $2000 in travel expenses which of course came straight out of my own shallow pockets.

I’ll set up ye olde payment plan - I’d like to space this out over a year, so the math just ain’t quite mathin’!!!

Looks like Dr Hu won’t get to see me for 12 mos. Life’s too short & I don’t want all my discretionary spending to go towards health care.

Places to go & horses to ride!

** Clarabelle (my metastatic L collarbone tumor) actually measures smaller than she did in 2016 - she just appears more prominent bcz I’ve (deliberately) lost a little weight. It’s funny - I gained about 50 lbs post-thyroidectomy & bemoaned the difficulty in peeling off this avoirdupois… One clinician told me years ago that there’d come a time when I would lose weight unintentionally - the challenge would be preventing that. Maybe I’m at “that age”? I always said I really just wanted to get back to the weight I was when I lost my thyroid, which equals about 10 more lbs. Updates to follow!

Oh, I also find it strange that they advised me not to do any more hyperbaric oxygen treatments - so no answers for my worst issue these days which is exercise intolerance/shortness of breath.

(I’ve been diagnosed w/early COPD, so Nurse R throwing out horseshit about “working w/my PCP is nonsense)

“In general, light/low-intensity exercise is best with plenty of breaks and focused breathing.”

“We do not recommend hyperbaric oxygen treatments with our cancer patients. She can work with her pcp to find other causes of her shortness of breath but exercises as much as she can tolerate is a good start.”

The Edge of Forever

 Decompressing with my evening dose of Star Trek: in many’s estimation, their best episode - “The City on the Edge of Forever”… Now, if you must know - Val’s favorite episode (which is an extremely difficult choice, kind of like asking a mother to pick her favorite child!) would be “The Naked Time”, in which the crew is infected with a virulent “space virus” that strips one of all inhibitions. Star Trek remains my trusted “companion”, so to speak, echoing little nuggets of wisdom as I forge on in my day-to-day struggles.

There’s rarely enough time with my morning coffee & social media surfing to finish the story - but I also credit Cousin Joe & his wife Margie with giving me priceless sanctuary as a young adult. I made multiple “visits to the farm” over undergraduate college breaks - getting my head back on straight as I broke free from an abusive HS boyfriend. Side benefit was forging close relationships with their 2 young sons: half big sister, half auntie! The farm always needed subsidization - while Joe was always a tireless, competent steward, Margie completed her nursing degree to provide a steady underlying support system. This meant she missed out on a lot of her boys’ childhood, kind of a “same but different” version of my motherhood experience…

I’m feeling a little stressed as I’ve piled a little too much recreation/duty on my plate, between last month’s Louisiana ride & Shanghai, last weekend’s Mt Pleasant ride, the competitive trail ride I have to judge this weekend, & the Decatur ride weekend-after-next - I’m ready for a little downtime! Or as my husband wearily asks: “Where are you off to this weekend?!?”

Also struggling with a little existential dissatisfaction - Army Guy responded to me after a 12-d absence this time in such an unsatisfactory way that I plugged his text into an AI detector, it really makes me wonder sometimes? (There was no evidence of AI influence) Maybe it’s time to pull the plug on this ill-fated relationship? 

My Cup Runneth Over

 (I really do try to cultivate that “attitude of gratitude”, believe it or not! & not just complain all the damn time!)

This is easy when I am sitting in my recliner with a lap full of warm little dogs - a little harder when I look for the silver lining in my personal sacrifices… Last weekend for my long-anticipated Priefert Ranch ride, Catie’s mare came up lame so I wound up handing my reins over to Christina so she could ride Twoie while Catie piloted Baraq (I had brought Baraq for Christina to ride) & they could have a(nother) mommy/daughter ride… This seemed to be the best logical plan: my back has not been feeling too great & my lower right ribs have been giving me these painful spasmic “catches”, I suppose as they are in the final stages of knitting back together! At any rate, they had a good ride & then I loaded up Saturday evening to drive 40 miles NE to visit my cousins in Clarksville.

I grew up in a strange, kind of awkward spot in the family - my paternal aunts had gotten a big head start on my parents fertility-wise, so I was considerably younger than my first cousins. But I’ve always had a special fondness for my Cousin Joe - he took over the dairy farm when he was a young man; both he & his wife busted their tails for almost 30 yrs until they were bought out by eminent domain for one of our newest lakes in NE Texas, Bois D’Arc. Similar to the highway project that steamrolled my old clinic, this was a public works project that had been hanging over their heads for decades. I know I have posted about it in the past, here we go:

https://endurovetssparkjourney.blogspot.com/2024/08/the-buzzards-roost.html

But any rate it’s always great to spend time with family. Joe was fascinated by Tina Fea - I don’t think he had ever met a “purse dog” as I was toting her around in her little baby sling! (Of course I have taken small dogs in the past to the farm, but not one as fragile & ephemeral as Tina Fea) Margie had smoked a pork shoulder in their latest big auction find: a big commercial-style smoker. I slipped Tina Fea a few bites & Joe had to participate too as I regaled them with the saga of TF’s gallbladder. (Joe is also amazed by the investments people will make in their pets - lucky for me! - but he’s a hardscrabble farmer so the dollars & cents always have to add up)

Memento Mori

 Many memories were stirred up during my return to MD Anderson last week for my long overdue “10-point inspection”…

[Not-so-quick recap: over the winter of 1987 (age 23), I suffered through a case of the flu. Coincidentally, a lymph node on the mid-left side of my neck remained swollen. It was painless but mobile so I ignored it until the following winter when I went for my ob/gyn appointment - my doctor was alarmed. She referred me to an ENT who immediately wanted to schedule major surgery (L neck dissection w/muscle resection(s) but I respectfully declined, I needed to get myself through my final semester of vet school! Again - asymptomatic! No weight loss, no difficulty swallowing, no voice changes. I returned to College Station & saw another clinician at the Baylor Scott & White clinic. We proceeded with what I thought was much more reasonable: a stepwise plan. I underwent a series of scans (as I recall, chest radiographs followed by whole-body CT scans). These were non-diagnostic so biopsy of that troublesome but painless lymph node was scheduled…

This was done 3 days before my vet school graduation - therefore I was somewhat hollow-eyed in my pictures with stitches in my neck. BS&W misread those initial slides as “adenocarcinoma of unknown primary origin” - I’ll never forget the poor clinician lugging a stack of textbooks into the exam room to break this bad news to me! Initial prognostications gave me 6 - 12 months to live; kind of startling when you consider yourself a basically healthy 25-yr-old. I came home & kicked a hole in the sheetrock of our rental house out of pure anger & frustration (I did have enough good sense not to risk my hands by punching the wall) One thing for which I can always be grateful to my ex-husband is the fact that he uncomplainably fixed the sheet rock & then we sat down to figure out our own plan - he’s the one who suggested we seek a 2nd opinion at MD Anderson.

Their pathologists successfully identified my tumor as medullary thyroid carcinoma - I returned to MDA for surgery as well as my follow-up tests & care for the next 27 yrs. When the tumor in my left clavicle appeared (2016), I was prepared to take a sabbatical to have my radiation treatments back at MD Anderson - to this day I don’t know how the ball got dropped there? After I had already undergone the modeling/staging procedures, making my mask & everything - BCBS declined coverage, calling further radiation therapy “unproven & unnecessary”. Unbelievable that a $&#@%€ insurance company overruled MD-fucking-ANDERSON, the top cancer treatment center in the USA!!! Riddle me this, Batman - why did they approve my treatment at the Texas Center for Proton Therapy a few months later?

Anyway, in this case, life worked as it should - I was able to keep on working through my 5 wks of proton therapy, Clarabelle flattened out & everything‘s been good until quite recently, when I noticed a (thankfully painless) bulge…

So I decided back in January to try, try again to return to MD Anderson. The previous times they could not get my scheduling right (with appointments Thurs & Fri) - I had been told several times that Dr Hu didn’t consult w/patients on those days.

Luckily times have changed so I was able to schedule my consultation with her last Thursday morning - they went ahead & booked up my bloodwork & a full series of scans for Thursday, Friday & Saturday morning.
Dr Hu was terrific! I really liked her & it was a whole different “vibe” than all my years of butting heads with Dr Sherman (my previous MDA endocrinologist). And astonishing enough, she was really apologetic about the 10-yr gap in my care from MDA - even though, of course she had absolutely nothing to do with BCBS declining my radiation treatment or anything else!
She thanked me at least three times over the course of our conversation for returning to MDA… she filled me in on some of the latest research with some of the newer drugs, so I may not be completely opposed to these?**
I know I said I would never take any of these “latest & greatest” chemotherapy  drugs, BUUUUT…

 My calcitonin has crept up to 1700, but surprisingly Doctor Hu didn’t have a problem with my slightly high T4 or suppressed TSH. We shall see when they read out all my CT & MRI scans whether my spine, liver or that weird thing Dr Mangona (my TX Proton Ctr radiologist in Irving, the guy who managed my local radiation treatments in 2017) panicked about in my brain is anything to worry about? Dr Hu queried me closely about neurologic signs, which I have not had.
I was hoping to explain all this & talk things over with Zach, but Victoria came down with food poisoning so I only saw him for a few minutes on Easter Sunday to drop off their goodies. 
And it’s impossible to know if Peran has any interest or cares, quite frankly, but he kept the animals fed & alive while I was gone so there’s that. Obviously I still need his help if I want to stay here on the farm.

** obviously the restriction will ultimately turn out to be my goddamned insurance company since it’s 3 more years until I qualify for Medicare

Flesh & Spirit

 (I just submitted my entry for our ride weekend-after-next so Val can try, try again to finish a 25-miler within the allotted time limit of 6 hrs. Just another case of the spirit being willing but the flesh being weak)

And as I did a quick review of My Latest News, I see that I failed to complete "the rest of the story" for my 3/16 entry: it was a damned shame as well as a disappointment to haul all the way to SE Louisiana, only to come in overtime on mine & Catie's ride. We had missed trail several times - those piney woods are a warren of interconnected paths & in the end, I could not "keep up the pace" so we trudged in 20 min overtime.

It took me two tries to swing my saddle up onto Twoie last Sunday… I’m glad no one saw me fail on the first attempt! I can kid myself all I want to that I was a little fatigued from a full day’s work on Saturday, but let’s face it, my physical condition is deteriorating. I contemplated not riding at all, which tells you all you need to know about my mental state - but finally compromised on a single-loop Intro (11 miles) since I had a long haul home. At least She Who Shall Not Be Named was not there - nor was she at the Louisiana ride, thank God! Hopefully she’s getting fatigued by long hauls also…

I started out with the 3 other Intro riders, but Twoie decided he needed to tank up at the first water stop, so we were alone for the rest of the ride. This was good & also not-so-good: as Twoie has gotten more fit, he has also gotten better at spotting boogers, so it would seem! There was a large mud patch beyond the second water tank caused by a leaking water line - Twoie did not want to get his dainty little hooves muddy, but I selected a stick & after a brief discussion, I persuaded him to cross it. When we got down to the most scenic portion of the ride (in the woods by the Colorado River), he saw a deer a couple of hundred yards up the trail - he froze to study her for a few minutes, but then when two more deer walked out of the woods, he almost lost his mind. I managed to hold him steady & when they had moved on, we did too. Then, when we turned the corner to hit that final long straight stretch back to the ranch house, there was a shirtless jogger churning toward us: somebody’s boyfriend had come out to visit & decided to check out the trails on foot. Twoie just needed a good long look at him before he decided Kenny wasn’t that big of a threat. 

But then we came upon last, but not least, some white plastic culvert pipes that were upended by the side of the road - we had to make a detour out into the field to give these scary things a wide berth! So at the end of our a little 11 mi,  2.25 hr excursion I was tired & Twoie had worked up a good sweat. We both had a little rest period before I loaded up to head on back home…

I returned Cicero the rat snake to his native lands - I gave show n' tell talks to horse camp folks Friday night, & a 2nd presentation to the Boy Scouts on Saturday night

Cindy turned over ride management duties to Leslie so she could "ride her own ride". This was Cindy's first completion of a 25-mi ride since the motorcycle accident that crushed her L foot 4 yrs ago. A car pulled out in front of her & she had to lay her bike down to avoid a broadside collision, a gruesome injury!

               Cindy posted blow-by-blow photos on FB so I feel free to share them here

Unworthy

 My mother crammed my baby book to overflowing with every single bit of minutiae concerning my growth & development - however one part that made an impression on me was the meaning of my name: “Worthy”. I think it’s been an ongoing battle ever since, although in recent years it’s been more of a battle for simple survival than any real “tests” as far as proving myself…

“All My Husbands”: Peran continues in what I would call his long-term adoption of benign neglect - mostly ignoring me as he does his own things. He acted surprised when he announced he was going into town yesterday afternoon & I said I’d go with him - we then drove in complete silence, even though I joked with him a bit about my music selections (Oscar D'Leon if anyone's interested ;-). He dropped me off at Walmart while he went to the auto parts store…

My “trail husband” Sam was reclusive & withdrawn during our ride yesterday, even though he hugged me & greeted me effusively as he always does… He strode off ahead on long-legged Thunder & was obviously not interested in carrying on a conversation. Any ride is a good ride although I was stiff & sore as I fought an intermittent headache yesterday. (I came home to crash in the recliner for an hour & a half to take a brief nap, which is why I think Peran was surprised when I said I’d go to town with him)

And my Army Guy is lost in the ether - while we routinely have been going three or four days between Telegram messages, it’s been 10 days now & I have to admit I have no idea what’s going on…Is he dead,  is he injured, or has he just gotten tired of our little pen-pal relationship?? Let’s face it, it was pretty one-sided because I seemed to be giving him a lot more insight into what makes Val tick then vice-versa. He claimed to be a 56-year-old widower whose wife died of leukemia, but I heard few details as to who’s raising his kids, for instance? He sent me a few scattered pictures of them at various ages…

And in other news, Andy has extended an olive branch (apparently) with a Facebook video which I have not watched yet. I’m gonna let it sit. Overall I’m convinced text messaging is a horrible way to communicate!

Robert has sent me several photos of him & his kids at various points in their lives - this is the most recent, but when I asked where they were, he did not answer. He says he's from NC