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If a picture is worth a thousand words, then here is a seven-thousand word essay. And they lived happily ever after. The End
October 13th 1990, holds a special place in my heart as one of the worst, and as I came to discover later, one of the best days of my life. This story is about a young man who just returns home … Continue reading →
“Hey Mister?” A young man called to me the other day. ”If you could have three super powers, what would they be?” “WOW!” I thought to myself. I haven’t thought about my super powers in decades. It was unbelievable how … Continue reading →
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,400 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it … Continue reading →
I knew taking Grandpa shopping would be a major cause of embarrassment. Of that there was little doubt. The doubt came, however, in the form of, “How”, it was going to happen. Only time would tell. After cruising the aisles … Continue reading →
This gallery contains 14 photos.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then here is a seven-thousand word essay. And they lived happily ever after. The End
On the morning of the fourth day of the motorcycle trip, we took a route heading south to Billings, Montana. A cold front had pushed the heat wave east, deeper into the midwest and the back side of the wave, … Continue reading →
Heading out on a round trip motorcycle ride from Michigan to Montana, I was struck by how great a country we live that we can just up and go explore if we choose. There is a lot of beauty out … Continue reading →
I am listening to my wife’s iPod while I do some home reconstructing. This may be a shock for those who know me. (RE)constructing, may seem foreign to them, (DE)constructing… they have little trouble associating to me. Anyway, while I … Continue reading →
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On the fourth day of our motorcycle trip. Jim was running out front on his V65 Magna, as I cruised along on my Goldwing. It was tough to keep my eyes on the highway, because the prairie winds sent the waist-high … Continue reading →
Riding across the prairie on my steel horse, I am struck by how the pioneers efforts and desire to move west. The beauty that surrounds me is awesome. I envision the pioneers riding on their…organic horse taking it in. I … Continue reading →