En Route 66*

At some point, everyone must have a dream. A desire for something greater. If there is a point to death, it is to give life value, to do something with the meager time we have remaining.

Arthur Nersesian and Me

Unlubricated

Bocas Del Toro

Surfing excursions use to be different. For me anyway. There was a time when I could put my board on my car drive west on I-10, turn left on I-5 in California and start surfing the coast. It was cheap as hell. It was a bit complicated at times, but it was “true” adventure.

Others were terrified to travel. They could surf great but they were skeered of “what was out there.” Something might “get em”.

I drove through the Chiapas during civil unrest. I followed the Federales to a bank robbery for a quick pass back to the border. I had to turn in a document, ensuring my re-entry into Mexico.

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Angele Dulin

My grandmother. Brought from Paris. (Suresnes, Hauts de Seine, Lee – de – France)

I want to know the story. More. I have scoured ancestry.com and discovered more than I wanted to know, at the time. She was sixteen years old and lied to, by my grandfather. She was a WWII war bride. She went from Paris to Bainbridge Ga. Her name is on the walls of Ellis Island.

What a history my family has.

My father was born into poverty. Deep poverty. He was born into violence, as his father was. That was the excuse for his insanities. He wanted out and he got out. He fought his way out.

We are all still surviving.

My grandmother committed suicide in March 1957. The most popular song of that year was The People of Paris.

Crossfit 22

I am not participating.

Last night, I went with my family to watch the Friday Night Lights. They had athletes five deep, pushing their hardest on wall walks. The dumb bell snatches and box jumps looked grueling.

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The Internal Dialogue

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I am a person who naturally challenges myself. I am competitive. Anything that I venture into, I want to exceed. 

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How to Create a Character *

You have one man, with volcanic rage, simmering below the surface of his skin. You have one woman who is iron clad and formidable, prepared to protect the family at all cost. Each has their own story, steeped in alcohol, violence and money. Smiles would turn to grimaces – smile, frown – smile, frown – it was a dodge ball game. You would eventually get slammed.

Then take the kid. Twelve years old, eager to please; anxious to get every detail correct.

The man had given orders, “Go saddle up my horse”. Continue reading How to Create a Character *

Dark or Dumb

Rich people don’t tell their secrets. That would be dumb. People want to believe that those with money behave in a certain way. It’s only the poor and depraved that rob, molest, rape, maul or are just plain mean spirited.

We know that’s not true, if you can believe anything in the movies. Everything is true except for what is made up. That is the nature of stories.

So, those with a little cash in their pocket don’t want to say that their children are alcoholics and drug addicts. They don’t want to say an overdose was really an overdose. They want the attention to be diverted, to someone far away, who could be doing God knows what. Talk about them in a negative way. Not that boy who was a cowboy hero. He died with his boots on.

She laid in the bed at the Howard Johnson’s Motel. Her ribs were broke. Her eyes were black. They played cards. We bowled.

Believe what you want.

I’ll believe anything these days. Judge Dearborn, the only probate judge in Jacksonville, Florida had no problem with them committing felony fraud, as long as they put the money back.

I bet people who rob minute markets wish they could get that deal. And why shouldn’t they? It should be the new rule. If you get caught pay the money back and everything is ok. If they could do it, why shouldn’t other people.

White collar crime baby.

Dark or dumb?

*an added thought – Judge Dearborn was plain faced and no emotion. Retired Don Wright. Attorney at law laughed about the theft. He said, any normal family would accept it. They gave the money back. Does that mean that Judge Dearborn and Don Wright can be robbed and if the robber is caught they will plainly accept or laugh and smile and say, “no problem,” just give me my money back.

*For some reason, I don’t think so.

Ocean Educated

My mother would drive us out of the swamp, to the ocean once a year. Then in 1966 she bought the beach house. – she kept one hand on an oak tree and the other on a palm – thank you Mama – Now I get to pass it on. It’s not for everybody. Thank God ~

Content – Content

I don’t even know what a markdown is, but there was a reference to premium content. This is premium life information. Isn’t it odd that content and content is the same and different word. Opposites. Content is marketed to YOU to stimulate interest in something that you don’t need and will create dis-content. Effective they say.

I’m no C.S. Lewis. But he did say envy is the path to hell. Think about it.

  • The last two comments concerning content, I wanted to Bold but couldn’t, because the first is a market content. Which I would have to subscribe and pay for. Presumably to try and make money.
  • The second was I wanted to italicize, which I couldn’t because it was a content Markdown.
  • I really enjoyed the origin of the word – from Mid-Evil Latin – to contain

ARE YOU CONTAINED!