Ernest Andrus in Quitman Georgia

We met the Georgia State Patrol Officer a couple of miles outside of Quitman Georgia and he was a perfect gentleman. Ernest, John and I headed west on U.S. Highway 84, on foot, with the officer keeping us safe from behind. The patrolman called for assistance as we got into town and an officer from the Quitman Police Department pulled out in front off us and together that guided us through the busy intersections and the turn onto 221. A bunch of folks saw the escorts and came out and waved and spoke with Mr. Andrus. Ernie’s knee gave way a bit and some folks pulled over to see if he needed assistance, as well as the trouper and a city worker, good stuff. We got a ride back to our cars and headed back into Quitman for breakfast at the Royal Cafe, in business since 1913. There were several gentleman having breakfast there and most of them ended up chatting with Ernie and John and the waitresses did also. Several pictures were taken and a newspaper reporter interviewed Ernest. It was an exciting time for me and very enjoyable.

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Thank you Felton, this is great stuff . . .

Ernest Andrus

Drove down this afternoon to visit with Ernest Andrus and John Martin before they get to far away. It’s about 150 miles from mom’s house to Valdosta.

I’ve learned much history from our chats, stuff, I had no knowledge of.

I think preserving the LST is important because it reminds us of men that that, in my opinion, went above and beyond the call of duty. It reminds about nations working together to stop aggression.

The link below goes to another post about Mr. Andrus . . .

My dad

Thinking of my dad, but, I believe thoughts of him come every day, not just Father’s Day. The picture below is of my brother, on the left, my dad and I am on the right.

He took my brother and I fishing often and he liked playing catch with us. He was a farmer, a sailor, a coke deliveryman and a refrigeration mechanic. He smoked cigars and enjoyed eating at Huddle House.

another new beginning

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.

There’s something I don’t want to do anymore and something I want to begin doing. Today is a great day to make both changes. We all get to do that.

Each one of us may reach a point where we get tired of our current situation, and want to change stuff.

“It’s never too late to become who you want to be. I hope you live a life that you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald

every day is good that I continue to wake up

To be alive means that we are blessed with the whole range of life’s experiences, including joy, growth, challenge and suffering. I love life.

Some pictures from today, a really good day . . .

the sister in law

She has offered to help keep mom safe many times and it’s been much appreciated, and I do take her up on it. For me, sharpening the saw is a necessity if I want to keep improving as a caregiver, and I do. My attitude continues to need work.

The hardest part for me is not being able to satisfy my wants. Being responsible can be tough, but I can’t imagine ever regretting doing this.

From what I have heard and witnessed before, my job, other than not satisfying my wants, is not real hard yet.

a walk down a dirt road

NIH director seeking some good stuff for women

Starting now, when I consider speaking invitations, I will expect a level playing field, where scientists of all backgrounds are evaluated fairly for speaking opportunities. If that attention to inclusiveness is not evident in the agenda, I will decline to take part. I challenge other scientific leaders across the biomedical enterprise to do the same.

The paragraph above comes from the article the link below will take you to.

be healthy, live in the moment, and be kind

I had a medical situation in 2001, that according to the doctors, almost ended my life. My brother had a medical situation in 2005 that ended his life immediately.

He’s been gone for over 14 years.

One of the thoughts that comes to mind when I think of this, is that we don’t know when our time will come.

I don’t want to live my life being sad because any of us may die at any moment, but I do want it to show me, among other things, the need to try and be healthy, live in the moment, and be kind to others.

What am I gonna do with the sand (time) left in my hourglass?