1969. The place, batangan penisnsula, Vietnam. 17 years old, I was...and this was the prelude to the "push" through a 'hotbox' known as pinkville. Battalion Commander, Colin Powell...I live this nightly, if not daily..I share this with my internet friends because aren't we all seeking a peace? A young kid on a rickety bike, trying to warn us of an ambush...he didn't make it.and neither did many of us...

  I now look to the north, and see a sea of bluebonnets, about 7 a.m....a gift to me from a higher power? Or maybe just the earth revealing the bounty of a life away from the quagmire of seeking riches, seeking power, or seeking as many possessions as one can have. I do like simple gifts....and a simple life...the seeking of all "that stuff" will get you nowhere...this I know to be true. It's welded in to my brain from a life in the extremes of what man can do to other men...

It's not a question of "what." It's a question of how we weave our way through a maze of wtf...JUST stay true to your vision, fellow seekers...I know that we will find peace...

  After I changed the journal layout, it started raining. It has been raining for 3 days now, non-stop. Been stuck in "the box." Since sometimes I am a bonafide member of the twilight zone, I figured I'd stick in this sunny picture of our rig leaving Florida at the top of the page. Maybe it'll work.
  Deb is doing much better now, with only one more hospital visit scheduled on Tuesday. This will be a big one. The one where they shoot dye into the brain, from a vein in her leg, and find out what's going on with the latest "clip" that they put in to clamp off the bleeder. Last time they injected some cortisone into her knees, and told me to expect a knee replacement sometime in the future...
  Thankfully, the transmission is fixed once and for all, and I have 2 new tires on the rear dually's. I found a bad tire after our last trip to the hospital. We are lucky we made it back without a blowout.



Another $380 with installation. The fact that these are 16.5 inch rims do not help a bit.
   Anyway, we are gearing up to leave Texas in April, with all the repairs to the rig (and my wife) hopefully done...

Lost the doom and gloom blackness.....changed the appearance of the blog! Hope you all like it...I ain't the specialist blogging wizard, just a journal writer with a few like-minded people who understand my goals/wants/needs/yearning/ for something better than a follow the leader line dance...also I needed a more cheerful look to the blog....and what did I end up with? Rain! Mebbe I'm warped beyond redemption as to my outlook on society, or mebbe I just like rain...