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This posting was written because I haven't written any posting for over a month and with no one to
talk with have put my feeling to words.....
I want to write
….about the time my son and I drove the treacherous Dalton highway in Alaska to the top of the world. Thinking back to that moment when we stopped at the top of Atigun pass, (Alaska's highest mountain pass), and thought it would be a great place for a picture. Only problem as you can see from our painful expressions in the photograph it was brutally cold atop that mountain.
I want to write
….about life in the 'new world' well my new world anyway. I know some would find it interesting that I could go from being comfortable at -20 to living at +98. Plus learning to adjust to living where your nearest neighbor was no more than 20 feet away when for decades they were over a mile away.
I want to write
….about fishing a crystal clear remote Alaskan stream so far from civilization that your phone and radio have stopped working.
I want to write
….about a government filled with people that because they lost an election are willing to spend tens of millions of tax dollars to tarnish the name of our President, just because they are afraid of loosing to him in 2020.
I want to write
….about a 73 year old body that refuses to act like it did only a few years ago in the wilderness of Alaska. A body that finds new and inventive ways to radiate pain all over its currently disintegrating frame.
I want to write
….about the thoughts that permeate this old man on a daily basis and are like a dark cloud blocking out the sunshine of a life in an earlier day.
I want to write
….about the thousands of American citizens and veterans who are homeless and in need of medical help they can not afford and the millions of illegal's crossing our borders every year who get both free housing and medical help.
This posting was written because I haven't written any posting for over a month and with no one to
talk with have put my feeling to words.....
I want to write
….about the time my son and I drove the treacherous Dalton highway in Alaska to the top of the world. Thinking back to that moment when we stopped at the top of Atigun pass, (Alaska's highest mountain pass), and thought it would be a great place for a picture. Only problem as you can see from our painful expressions in the photograph it was brutally cold atop that mountain.
I want to write
….about life in the 'new world' well my new world anyway. I know some would find it interesting that I could go from being comfortable at -20 to living at +98. Plus learning to adjust to living where your nearest neighbor was no more than 20 feet away when for decades they were over a mile away.
I want to write
….about fishing a crystal clear remote Alaskan stream so far from civilization that your phone and radio have stopped working.
I want to write
….about a government filled with people that because they lost an election are willing to spend tens of millions of tax dollars to tarnish the name of our President, just because they are afraid of loosing to him in 2020.
I want to write
….about a 73 year old body that refuses to act like it did only a few years ago in the wilderness of Alaska. A body that finds new and inventive ways to radiate pain all over its currently disintegrating frame.
I want to write
….about the thoughts that permeate this old man on a daily basis and are like a dark cloud blocking out the sunshine of a life in an earlier day.
I want to write
….about the thousands of American citizens and veterans who are homeless and in need of medical help they can not afford and the millions of illegal's crossing our borders every year who get both free housing and medical help.
And lastly
I want to write
about the frustration
of not being able to be physically a part
of my grandchildren's lives
or to understand why
I worry every day
about my grown children
that they are safe and happy.
I want to write
about the frustration
of not being able to be physically a part
of my grandchildren's lives
or to understand why
I worry every day
about my grown children
that they are safe and happy.