A one judge, three-legged dawg, ride-hitchin' town

The radio is blaring southern twang ... "I found out she was sleepin' with him in the bed of our RV."

65 miles from Spokane, I'm sitting under a shady tree in the metropolis known as Colfax- smack dab in the parking lot of a Taco Time restaurant.

Pixel and I needed to rest and chomp some dawg treats for a bit.

The friendy old timer working the counter of the restaurant greeted Pixel and me like the tourists we are. Maybe the long sleeve shirt and full-length dress pants in 98 degree heat gave us way. Old timer guy rambled a few mutterings I still can't figure out - probably just as well.

I bravely ordered my three tacos: "It's three taco thursday here in Colfax!" he proclaimed. (Pixel and I understand any language - even Drawl - when a bargain is at hand).

I asked the old timer - how far is it from here to Pullman?

"14 miles, maybe 15," he said. "But don't swerve and don't speed! This is a one judge town and you'll be in a spot of trouble if he doesn't like ya!"

I reassured him about my driving skills and thanked him for caring so much. We found a shady tree and munched on crunchy Taco Time tacos and lapped up a cold coke.

Pix snapped this photo of David at Milepost 49 on I195. David's a little deranged about that Milepost 49 thing of his. We can't figure him out.

Loving the air conditioning. Off to Pullman - through cricket sounds, wheat fields and the smell of John Deere fumes in the air.

Anyone know a good small town lawyer for a one judge town? Just in case.