There are parts of my body that go back 3000 years and I grow new ones every day…
Continue reading “Day 34 Finding Powdered Milk”
Today we left Wisconsin
and headed to Minneapolis where we will spend two days with MS patients
and then have a full day of rest. Tomorrow the heat index here will be 110F so we are a little leary of the work projects. Nonetheless the show must go on.
I will take a break from stories until Sunday when we head Northwest on our second half to the Pacific Coast.
The noise was horrendous, honking horns from cars and trucks, all loaded with intoxicated bigots brandishing hundreds of Swastikas on poles in the dark. I had nowhere to sleep and got up from the park bench as the rally approached and hid under it as the Nazi March raged all around.
I was 17 and scared to death.
Continue reading “Day 31 Getting There…”
6/25 and 6/26
Short statured, muscular and covered in hides, he looks at the two mile wall of ice.
Something seems strange. The cone of rocks he left in thanks to the Gods for a Good Mammoth year have not been eaten. Did he place them wrong? Has he offended the Gods?
Continue reading “Days 29 and 30 Driftless”
I have heard it said that there are no atheists in foxholes.
I have been so fortunate that I have never been in a war and even more fortunate that my son may escape this experience too.
If I look at history I am often thankful that somehow both he and I seemed to have been by passed over by this reoccurrence that has plagued mankind.
Continue reading “Day 28 Flossie Steals a Tissue”
The hot shower water feels wonderful on my back, sore from a 92 mile trek. Surrounded by big red vehicles I hold my breath hoping that no one in the surrounding 40 miles suddenly needs a fire truck.
Continue reading “Day 27 Fire Trucks”
While laying against an olive tree on the island of Crete reading Dostoyevsky’s Brothers Karamazov
a young Greek lad and his pretty sister approached me with a goat being led by a short rope.
”Σας αρέσει η κατσίκα μου?” ( Do you like my goat?)
Not quite sure what the proper response was, being an Italian American of 18 years old and just passing through, but speaking some Greek, I hesitated…never a good idea to insult the locals.
And in a blink of the eye its throat was slit and it was dead…I nearly lost my breakfast on the spot…
”Καλά, έχουμε μια γιορτή απόψε και είσαι ο καλεσμένος μας!”
(Good , we are having a feast tonight and you are our guest).
My only thought was “ OMG!!! My answer killed the goat !!! ”
Continue reading “Day 26 Animal Talk”
Today was a 55 mile ride in the rain. I have a 3 hour window here in Henry, Illinois of calm sunshine.
Continue reading “Day 25 The Midwest”
It took him 20 years to get home and on the way he stopped off to see Circe for a while. Never mind his companions whiled away the time as pigs…
Intentions aside Nature has a way of playing the trump card when one dares the road.
Continue reading “Day 24 Finding Circe”
There is Corn everywhere, in front of me, to my right, to my left, and behind. I am surrounded by 6 foot Green.
It is easy to get lulled to sleep by the Common. It happens all the time.
But hidden there is Beauty.
Continue reading “Day 23 Wildflowers”