5/21/18
He was 41 years old…at least he had lived a few more years than many who died during those traumatic years.
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Prologue to the Northern Tier 1.4
5/19/18
Ruminations
Training is done and it’s time to “chew the cud”…
Wisdom
5/4/18
With age comes Wisdom and the responsibility it carries with it like an old carpet bag…
Interlude
4/26/18
It took a while but she finally digested those 6 pomegranate seeds…
Prologue to the Northern Tier 1.3
4/13/18
Fortitude and “The Apple and the Tree”
The suitcase lay outside next to the garbage can…so rank and disgusting in smell, even flies avoided it…
Prologue to the Northern Tier 1.2
4/9/18
The Graces
The cotton candy was melting from the heat…another unbearable Virginia summer afternoon…but this one was different. My sister, all of 8, and I, her 13 year old brother, were standing before “ Lightning Ball ”, a vintage nickel pinball machine on the side floor of a local auction house. “She” had seen better days… a crusted brown tag said “ Needs Work ”.
My father wandered by, stopped ,and caressed the flipper buttons: “ I used to play her ”.
From both of us “ Dad, just 25$…can we buy it? ” Continue reading “Prologue to the Northern Tier 1.2”
Prologue to the Northern Tier 1.1
3/26/18
More Characters : The Locals
There is no doubt that those met on the way do nothing but restore one’s faith in humanity… over and over again. Any seperations by Religion, Wealth, Social Class, Education, Race, Ethnic Origin, Politics, Physical Beauty, or Age just do not exist. Perhaps it is the vulnerability of a lone rider crossing wide, untamed expanses… perhaps it is an appreciation by those living in the hinterlands to know someone cares enough to pass through where they live… perhaps it is just raw mutual recognition that we are all the same…the result is pure. unbound, genuine Kindness.
Prologue to the Northern Tier 1.0
3/24/18
Training … a work in progress…melting WINTER FLAB and building MUSCLE…
Miracles and Guardian Angels
3/14/18
He was 2 years old … dark blue, limp as a rag doll in my arms. I rushed as quickly and safely as I dared to the 2nd floor Intensive Care Unit. He was still “breathing” at 40 times a minute with shallow gasps… I wondered how long he was for this world.
Why I was alone with him running up the stairs and through the halls I cannot remember but it had been on one of my winter ER shifts in a small Northern Chicago Hospital that he had been suddenly thrust at me by a frantic parent coming in from the freezing cold. I was sure he would not last the night.
Time Travelling with a Guardian Angel 