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?

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.

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.

 

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.

”Ναί” (Yes).

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 !!! ”

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.

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.

6/18/18

In Iowa if you build a baseball field “They Will Come”. In Indiana if you buy a sailboat “The Ocean Will Come”…

 

How long you have to wait for it is variable depending on the God’s Whims…in this case so far all that has happened is a 40 yard pond…in the middle of corn fields…for 50 miles all around…

Hope springs eternal.

6/17/18

There are few real yardsticks for measuring  parenthood.

 

6/16/18

Memory is such a strange phenomenon. Somewhere in our brain there are cells that must make a connection to our soul where I suspect our memories are stored. Anatomists would say the temporal lobe holds these recollections of our past but even as a scientist, MD, I have serious doubts. I find it hard to believe that these happenings, so vivid sometimes, can be stored in simple cells and their connected circuitry.