Category Archives: Across The Land

I have a friend bicycling across America 

He phoned a few minutes ago just to say hello. The weather is good and he is doing well. Today saw him going through Gallup, New Mexico and setting up camp a few miles west of there. Tomorrow he will enter Arizona and that will be his first time in the “Grand Canyon State”

 This young man is 24 years old and is on quite an adventure. No cause and no social media. 

4 year anniversary 

Thank you for reminding me Jennifer. 

It was 4 years ago today that Jack (me) climbed a short hill and for the first time in my life, looked out at the Pacific Ocean. The Journey was to raise awareness concerning alzheimer’s. 2,594 miles were on foot, 458 were in the passenger seat of a car.

Marina, California

The picture above is of the place and the day of the unofficial finish. The official ending would be a few days later in Monterey, California. 

I’m thankful to everyone that helped make the Journey possible.


What did Robert E. Lee think about memorials?  – may surprise you 

“I think it wiser,” the retired military leader wrote about a proposed Gettysburg memorial in 1869, “…not to keep open the sores of war but to follow the examples of those nations who endeavored to obliterate the marks of civil strife, to commit to oblivion the feelings engendered.”

Lee advocated protection of just one form of memorial: headstones in cemeteries.

The above paragraphs were taken from the PBS story the link below will take you to:

what color was the end of the tube?

This may be of some interest, maybe not. In junior high school on the first day of civics class, the teacher called me to the front. He asked me to stand behind his desk. He walked around in front of his desk and held up a cardboard tube. It probably had once held wrapping paper. One end was pointing at me and the other at the class. He asked me what color was on the end of the tube. I answered “yellow” – then he asked the class what color they saw and in a unified voice, they answered  “blue” – he asked me if I was sure and I answered yes. He asked the class if they were sure and they answered yes. 

He said “from here on” may answer how we come out of this. If we are intolerant of one another while figuring it out, we may finally see the truth about the colors or view point etc, but we may no longer like each other and may have caused harm to our relationship, and that would matter because we all have to exist in the same space.

In that example the teacher knew their would be agreement when we looked from the same end. Now the question may be, which end should we look from, or should we remember both. In deciding that, the tolerance word pops up again. 

One other thing, he congratulated me for not changing my mind after seeing every one disagreeing with me. (in that instance, it was easy)

in my lane – a truck

I was driving on U.S.Highway 19 this afternoon, between Pelham and Camilla, Ga. In an instant a pickup truck going in the opposite direction, as I, was in my lane. Just as quickly it darted back, barely missing my car. I was doing the speed limit (55). It would have been a horrific wreck. I slowed and realized I had been doing everything required of me. That was close. Things could have been so different this evening, than they are. 

It brought up bad memories

“Seek first to understand, then to be understood”

Habit 5 from “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People”

“If you’re like most people, you probably seek first to be understood; you want to get your point across. And in doing so, you may ignore the other person completely, pretend that you’re listening, selectively hear only certain parts of the conversation or attentively focus on only the words being said, but miss the meaning entirely. So why does this happen? Because most people listen with the intent to reply, not to understand. You listen to yourself as you prepare in your mind what you are going to say, the questions you are going to ask, etc. You filter everything you hear through your life experiences, your frame of reference. You check what you hear against your autobiography and see how it measures up. And consequently, you decide prematurely what the other person means before he/she finishes communicating.”

The paragraph above comes from the article the link below leads you to:

to keep going, Keep Going

some thoughts about awareness 

I’m sharing this information because it may help.

Awareness – knowledge or perception of a situation or fact. . . . . . 

In a phone call last night my friend asked: “Did you ever concern yourself with the number of “Likes” – “Comments” and/or  “Shares?” Certainly, that was extremely important. Facebook, Twitter, WordPress and Instagram were put to constant use. Three different Fan Pages were used at one time or another on Facebook. I posted concerning every aspect I could think of. Media was important because of the numbers they reach. Meetings with public figures were important because of their reach as individuals and the media’s willingness to cover such meetings. Meetings with caregivers allowed sharing of information that may help. The meet and greets were advertised in advance and each brought out caregivers. All of these actions raised my level of awareness, so my effectiveness increased as time went by. Ego may have helped or hurt. I sensed I became a little self righteous at times, and may still be. I will work on that. Public announcement of my donations were meant to inspire others to do likewise. I was out of my comfort zone much of the time, sometimes because of the stress in the doing, and at other times the stress from wondering if I was doing the best I could. Any information I shared was designed to raise the awareness level of the listener. That took some assuming. What they said back, often raised mine. The load of it can become heavy, but that’s part of any job right? The failures with this campaign were indeed mine, and the successes were ours. Looking back at the failures, I noticed I failed to ask for advice, but on the successes I did. Team concept huh? It works, although I didn’t use it sometimes. I was made aware, during this five years of the kindness of strangers and old friends alike. I know this, their was no shortage of help. . . . I noticed a quality I have engraved in my soul, and that is the ability to persist and most of the time, I persisted while doing something worthwhile. . . . . .  That’s a lot of typing and a lot of words right there. I hope it brings awareness to someone and helps. Typing it has helped me. Prayer was a mainstay during the five years, it always has been, but became even more so. . . . . . I know this, I need to go fishing, but no water is near, so I will watch a movie about fishing instead . . 

my friend from school 

He passed last year. He was homeless off and on for a long time. I heard he even spent some in jail. 

When I first met him he played baseball, basketball and ran track. His grades were good, and he was popular. What happened? 

Vietnam happened. I was never able to find out exactly what occured, but something did. I saw him when he left and when he came home. Believe me, the difference was stark, and I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t seek him out. Just tonight I thought of him again and wanted to say these words. Maybe my thoughts tonight will get his attention and he will know I at least thought of him and put this in my blog.

I was in the Navy during the time Ronnie was in the Army. Over 34,000 members of the United States Army died in Vietnam. The United States Navy lost 2550 sailors. Ronnie died twice. 

the air bag

If a traveler from a distant system came upon an automobile wreck here, would he think this? 

A bag came out of the steering wheel and caused this car to wreck.

It was that kind of rain 

It started raining that special kind of rain. They both knew it was the end. It always was, whenever this occured, and they knew it was coming. One accepted the timing, gave thanks and never complained. The other tore up the shop in fear or anger, and the cleanup would be arduous. Long after they were gone, both were remembered.