You could call this a personal creative fiction journal about a world traveler and his evolving life.
He saw the warmth of Americans vanish with the once large friendly middle class. Was there a Camelot, when we thought of ourselves as a good nation?
The powers that be have been holding our country hostage since Reagan took away the power of the unions and Neoconservatives took over the Republican Party!
Will we ever stop our declining ways?
(sorry for typos!)
I really rode the bike hard today, amazing how sometimes after a little bit of the magic herb and I felt like I could keep cycling round the oval in the park...
I was realizing that even in a small rural town, the complexion of the town is changing drastically from what it probably was as close as 10 years ago...
soon this country will be predominantly hispanic...
the world is changing drastically
I could become alarmed and overwhelmed with the changes
and worry about the world that Colin will grow up in..
and then I think about just doing things one day at a time
and things will just get better...
I figure that the next 5 years of our lives could be the best
the way my parents travelled with Ron and me all over the world!
my brother, Ron, and I were very lucky
or could I say blessed (??)
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i went downstairs to admire the almost full waning moon...
realizing my own mortality...
i think of a friend who had his wake up call at a much younger age
and then i get a glimmer of what my own mortality could be
when i walk across Hedges ave.
and suddenly see double with much better acuity...
it was bizarre
i closed either eye and didnt see double
but then I could walk just shutting one eye
to a chair
to see my beloved ocean one more time
and eat a halloween mini candy bar
the uneasy feeling wondering when the double image
fades away with each bite
a mini stroke....
and I hug my son that evening
and play frisbee with my son more than i ever have
having discovered my son's new toy hidden among
the seaweed about a 100 meters out from shore...
the feelings run across my mind that night,
with frustration at my own body's fragile shell
and the necessary need to establish the bucket list....