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A Journey to Oshkosh: Reconnecting Family

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This is how it started.

My wife, Dee and I were over at Jeff my son’s house for a delightful Christmas time meal, where the warm atmosphere and festive decorations sparked a nostalgic thought within me. “Maybe my Jeff would be willing to take us to Oshkosh, Wisconsin, so we could visit my brother Jack, who I haven’t seen for over twenty years,” I pondered, feeling a wave of emotion. It’s been far too long since I shared precious moments with my sibling. At over eighty years old, and with my brother Jack being five years my senior, I often reflect on the fleeting nature of time and the importance of family connections. Unfortunately, due to my declining health and mobility, I felt apprehensive about embarking on such a trip alone. So, gathering my courage, I approached my son with my request. I asked him if he and his wife Jennifer would consider taking the journey with us. Jeff paused for a moment, contemplating the idea before he responded, saying that he would think about it and let me know, leaving me filled with hope and anticipation for the possibility of reconnecting with my brother after all those years apart.

Two weeks later, Jeff calls with excitement in his voice, saying he would be willing to assist us in this venture to Oshkosh, which filled me with joy and anticipation. I was elated at the thought of reuniting with my brother, cherishing the precious moments together before time on this earth is over for me or Jack. The connection we share is something I hold dear, and I imagined all the stories and memories we could create. After serious consideration, Dee informs me that due to her ongoing medical conditions and the age factor, she feels that she shouldn’t make the trip for her own well-being. I understood her concerns, as her health must come first. Therefore, I call Jeff and informed him to just make plans for me, him, and Jennifer, hoping that this adventure would strengthen our bonds even further while honoring Dee’s decision.

The following evening, Jeff calls me with an intriguing suggestion that Jennifer had proposed. Instead of her attending the trip, she thought it would be a great idea to invite Adam, who happens to be Jeff’s brother, to join us instead. I found this suggestion quite interesting, as Adam, Jeff, and I have not spent some quality time together for many years. So, I decided to call Adam directly to discuss the idea, He responded enthusiastically, saying he would first talk to his wife to see if he could get off work for that weekend, which made me hopeful for a positive outcome. A few days later, I received a call from Adam, excitedly informing me that he had indeed managed to secure the time off, making it possible for him to join us. This development was fantastic news! With this confirmation, Jeff immediately set to work planning the details of our trip, Final arrangements were made for us to leave the evening of Thursday, May 15th, filled with anticipation for the adventure ahead, and return on Sunday morning, May 18th, looking forward to creating some unforgettable memories together. Ensuring our reunion would be one for the books.

On May 15th, Jeff worked in the morning and then picked me up at noon since I live conveniently between where he worked and his home. We decided to have a bite to eat at his home. Then, Mina, took us to the light rail station for the trip to DIA airport. I had never experienced this mode of transportation to DIA before, but Jeff had done this many times and seemed quite knowledgeable about the whole process. I am not a big fan of light rail since the stations are always in a remote area that feels disconnected from the bustling city life, and I don’t feel very comfortable waiting there. Additionally, there is that small number of people you encounter who make you uneasy with their actions or just their general demeanor. Despite my apprehensions, we arrived at DIA without any problem, and as we stepped off the train, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, grateful for the smooth trip and Jeff’s company.

Jeff commented that the security wait during this time of day should be short. Wrong! It took about 40 minutes to get through security, which felt like an eternity with our bags weighing us down. The hustle and bustle of the airport only added to the stress of the afternoon. Finally, we met Adam at the gate to board the plane, relief washing over us as we spotted him in the crowd. The plane to Appleton was a small plane with just 3 seats across, and it was not very comfortable; each bump in the air seemed magnified in such a tiny cabin. Leaving Denver around 5:30 pm, we sat quietly as the sun dipped below the horizon, arriving at Appleton sometime after 10, accompanied by a growing sense of fatigue. After disembarking, we quickly made our way to the rental car, eager to leave the airport behind, and we drove to Oshkosh, arriving about 30 minutes later. As we pulled in, Jack met us, greeted us warmly, showed us to our rooms, and then promptly crashed, utterly exhausted. It has been a long, stressful day, filled with the anticipation of reunion and the weariness of travel.

On Friday we met Jack at 8 am, and his welcoming demeanor immediately put us at ease. Jack is some authority at The Jesuit Retreat House in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, a serene place known for its tranquil environment, where individuals come to seek peace and reflection. That is where we are staying for the weekend, surrounded by the picturesque landscapes that make this retreat house so special. Ironically, this weekend there is not a retreat going on, allowing us to enjoy the facilities more freely without the usual schedule of structured activities. it worked out well that the trip was planned without knowing there would be no retreat this weekend, as it provided us with a unique opportunity to explore the grounds and engage in meaningful conversations with Jack.

We then went to Oshkosh for breakfast, which is about 5 miles away from our place. Jeff, who is an early riser, decided to exercise at a fitness site in Oshkosh. He stumbled upon this charming little restaurant named Good Yolk that caught his attention. Intrigued by its inviting atmosphere, we collectively decided to give it a try, eager to see what breakfast delights awaited us. Jack, always the pragmatist, warned us that in this area, the food portions are normally large, a fact that often accompanies hearty breakfast cultures. He was indeed correct; our plates were overflowing with delicious options. Despite the overwhelming size of the meals, it was all exceptionally good, filled with flavors that made it a memorable experience we were glad to share together.

After breakfast, we drove back to the retreat house, a charming haven nestled in a picturesque setting, where Jack eagerly provided a grand tour of the facilities. It is truly a stunning place, characterized by its serene location on the shimmering shore of Lake Winnebago, surrounded by lush, meticulously maintained grounds that enhance its natural beauty. As we strolled through the property, I was captivated by the breathtaking views. From a cozy lounge area, you have a panoramic view of the lake, where the water sparkles under the sunshine like a blanket of diamonds. They had binoculars available, allowing us to observe the delightful birds flitting about as well as the various activities taking place on the water, such as boats and fishing, adding to the lively atmosphere of this idyllic retreat.

Then after lunch, Jack wanted to take us to Waupaca, Wisconsin, which is an hour away from Oshkosh. They have a facility there where priests go during the summer for resting and relaxing, providing a serene escape from their daily responsibilities. It is only utilized during the warmer months, transforming into a tranquil haven away from the busyness of the outside world, a place where peace reigns, and nature’s beauty captivates hearts. Jack really likes the area and apparently goes there every summer, always returning refreshed and rejuvenated after his visits, sharing stories of his experiences that resonate with a deep sense of connection to this idyllic setting. The drive to the facility is quite scenic; it is isolated, where you navigate down a narrow gravel road for maybe half a mile to reach your destination, surrounded by towering trees that seem to stand as guardians of this retreat. As you drive through this heavily wooded area, the anticipation builds, and you arrive at a location nestled near a beautiful lake, where the calm waters reflect the surrounding nature and cradle the silence that fills the air. Unfortunately, that day, the weather was not our friend, as the wind was blowing hard, rustling the leaves ominously and casting an eerie atmosphere that made our hearts race. On the way back, while navigating down the narrow gravel road, we discovered that a tree had blown over and blocked our path, an unexpected challenge that increased the tension among us. Fortunately, the main trunk did not fall across the road, creating an obstacle we couldn’t ignore. Or we would have been stranded there, with no way to return to civilization. We quickly assessed the situation and were able to move the smaller branches, while Jeff skillfully maneuvered the car around the larger tree trunk, showcasing his adept driving skills. Adam and I worked together to hold back the branches that we couldn’t break away from the trunk, each crack of the branches above adding to the tension, instilling a growing concern that another tree might take a tumble while we were precariously navigating this situation. It was a moment filled with both anxiety and exhilaration, the adrenaline coursing through us as we worked together to overcome this obstacle, but ultimately, we got out unscathed. Yes, that is indeed an ideal place to get away and disconnect from the chaos of everyday life, where one can truly immerse themselves in nature’s embrace, allowing the soothing sounds of the lake and the forest to wash over the soul. We then got a bite to eat. We returned to the retreat house to spend an evening of talking and sharing events in our lives, where laughter echoed against the walls, and the warmth of friendship enveloped us like a comforting blanket.

Saturday, we met at the same time and went for breakfast in Oshkosh at The Mineshaft. This is primarily an evening restaurant, known for its vibrant nightlife and bustling atmosphere after dark. However, to our pleasant surprise, we discovered that they have a very reasonable breakfast menu priced at only seven bucks, which is quite a steal for the quality offered. The menu features a variety of delicious options, from fluffy pancakes to hearty omelets, catering to all breakfast lovers. You can tell that most of their profits are generated from drinks at night and the young crowd that flocks there for the lively energy and socializing. Despite its evening focus, the breakfast experience was enjoyable and filled with the friendly chatter of early risers, making our visit a delightful start to the weekend.

Driving by, we stumbled upon an intriguing establishment, the Military Veterans Museum, which piqued our curiosity, prompting us to make an impromptu visit. The museum showcased a comprehensive display of military conflicts throughout history, featuring an impressive array of vehicles and equipment that have played pivotal roles in combat. Adam and I, being veterans ourselves, felt a deep connection to many of the items and stories on display, as they echoed our own experiences and sacrifices. Jack and Jeff, were equally captivated by the exhibits, sharing their insights and memories as we walked through the museum. After thoroughly exploring, we heard about the EAA Museum of Flight, which was highly recommended by several locals, and decided it warranted a visit. To our amazement, we quickly discovered that EAA was far larger than we had anticipated; it was a treasure trove of aviation history where one could easily spend an entire day taking in the detailed exhibits and aircraft on display. After 2 or 3 hours of exploration, however, the older members of the group were feeling fatigued and agreed it was time to call it a day. Before heading back to the retreat house, we made a stop at a charming Japanese restaurant that Jack had enthusiastically recommended. The food was delicious, providing a delightful culinary experience that was perfect after a day of adventure. Since it was late afternoon, we decided to return to the retreat house to unwind and spend another evening reconnecting with each other. We shared countless tales and stories, reminiscing about the last twenty years we had spent apart. Each narrative was filled with laughter and nostalgia, creating a warm atmosphere that allowed us to strengthen our bonds. This experience was not just enjoyable; it was a memory that we would all cherish forever.

Sunday, we met at 5:45 am to have a small bite to eat, eager to fuel ourselves for the day ahead. After indulging in two days of large, hearty meals, a modest breakfast felt both satisfying and refreshing, a welcome change that allowed us to ease our way into the morning. At 6:30, with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation, we said our goodbyes to Jack, who had been an incredible host throughout our stay. We then drove to Appleton, where the excitement grew as we approached the airport. We managed to get on the plane somewhere around 8:30, and as we took off, I looked out the window at the ever-changing scenery below. The flight was smooth, and I was filled with thoughts of the past few days until we landed at DIA around 10:30. Stepping into the terminal, I was just astonished by the sheer number of travelers bustling around the airport, a vibrant mix of voices and energy. I also couldn’t help but notice that there were very few older travelers in sight; most were young, hurried individuals, all with destinations calling. After navigating through the crowd, Tara, Adam’s wife, picked us up with a warm smile. She took me home first, engaging in light conversation about our trip, followed by a detour to drop off Jeff, wrapping up what had been a memorable journey.

In conclusion, this has been a very memorable experience for me, one that I will cherish forever. I am incredibly glad that it all worked out well for everyone involved, as these moments are truly precious. I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to visit Jack before our time is up on this earth. These visits remind us of the importance of connection and the bonds we share with our loved ones. Additionally, the time spent with my two sons was absolutely priceless; it filled my heart with joy and gratitude. It has been many years since we made the effort to reaffirm the love and the unbreakable bond a father and his sons share, a connection that will never fade away. Those moments together, filled with laughter and storytelling, not only reignited our familial ties but also allowed us to appreciate the present and the memories we create together.

MacGregor the Winter Jacket

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Hello, I am MacGregor; I was made in the early summer with thousands of brothers. I am a unique winter jacket. I have a nylon lining and fleece insert.  Inside the curled collar is a hidden nylon hood the wearer can wear and then fold and put back in the collar when inclement weather is over. The outside of the jacket is a dark green color that looks like a short curly furry coat. However, it is made of nylon not animal fur. I am one hundred percent washable.

I was made in a plant in Atlanta Georgia. I am proud to wear the label, “made in the USA”. Now my brothers cannot wear this label. In the fall of that year the owners of the plant moved the plant and equipment to Taiwan. I heard it was because of the high cost of labor. The owners sent a proposal to the union and the union rejected the offer. After that the plant was closed and all the equipment was moved to Taiwan. It was a shame all the workers had to find new careers after that move.

Back to my story, I laid around in the factory until the end of August. At that time, me and four brothers, size 36, size 40, size 42, and size 44 were packed into a box and was shipped to the J. C. Penny store in the Villa Italia shopping center in Lakewood. They unpacked us and put us on hangers and hung us on a large rack with hundreds of jackets from different plants and many features unique to them. I am just amazed at the number of different choices the American shopper has.

I was tried on many times by many different people. Every time I was put back on the rack. Three of my brothers were sold. Size 36 and I were the only ones left. Then around the first part of November J. C. Penny’s really hurt me. They put on the rack of coats a sign stating, half-off of shown price. This devastated me, this means my value went from $39.95 to less than twenty dollars, how humiliating, and I am worth more than this.

I was hanging on the rack for a couple of weeks and then this tall slim young man came up and looks at my brother, size 36. He tries on size 36 and then hangs him up back on the rack. He then tries on me. He looks in the mirror, turns around and looks at the back. He tries my zipper and removes the hood from my collar. No one has ever spent this much time checking me out. To my surprise I am taken over to the cashier. Is this young man going to purchase me? Sure enough, he takes out his credit card and buys me. I see from his credit card that is name is Tom. I now have a new owner.

The next three years were good. In the winter I went many places. I was worn all during the winter and I kept Tom very warm. During the summer I was placed way back in the closet to rest. When it started to cool off in the fall I was pulled back out of the back of the closet and put into service and kept Tom warm when he was outside. Unfortunately, this only lasted three years. On the fourth year I spent the winter stuck back in the back of the closet. The fifth winter and the sixth winter were the same. This is beginning to feel like solitary confinement. Did Tom replace me with another jacket?

I was snoozing near the end of May, and I heard some rustling. Tom brought me out of the back of the closet.  Wow! That sun is really bright. What is going on? The temperature is pretty warm. Why did Tom bring me out this time of year? I was thrown in the trunk of the car with some funny looking equipment and some of it really had a strange odor. After a couple of hours Tom opened the trunk and took out the equipment with me. I have become a part of Tom’s fishing gear.

There are many fishing memories I have acquired. For example, I remember when Tom was fishing on the Colorado River, and it was drizzling a little. When Tom fished the Colorado River, he would use some kind of bug he would get from under river rocks. Tom was fishing this rolling piece of the river and wham; this fish struck his bait. Tom set the hook, and the fish jumped out of the water. Wow! That fish must have been over ten pounds. Tom was really getting excited. I could feel his heart pounding on my lining. Tom was fighting the fish and being very careful reeling in that gigantic fish. All of a sudden, the fish line became loose. The fish was lost. What happened? Tom reeled in the line and discovered the hook was missing and half of the leader was missing. Speculation is that the nylon fishing line should be replaced every year and the line just broke because the line was a couple of years old. This was a lesson learned the hard way.

Another great memory happened when Tom was at a lake near Laramie Wyoming. There was a cool breeze blowing off of the lake. This was a lake where only flies and artificial lures were allowed. Tom had a wooly worm fly on his line. He cast out the fly and wham! This large rainbow struck that wooly worm fly. The rainbow trout jumped a couple of times, and it looked gigantic. After ten minutes of battle, Tom was able to get this fish in his net. This fish weighed over five pounds, what a prize. Jack, Tom’s fishing buddy came over to see what kind of lure Tom was using and saw that funny looking wooly worm fly and commented, “could he use the other sleeve of Tom’s coat.” I must admit that the fly did look very similar to my sleeve, only smaller. Tom made the comment that this was the largest fish he had ever caught.

The next couple of summer months were great. Tom took me fishing many times during the summer and on occasion we went ice fishing during the winter. I could not stay in the closet anymore because I was dirty and smelled like salmon eggs. Now, I had to stay in the garage with his fishing gear. The garage just was not as comfortable as that warm closet. 

Then Tom met this woman. His interest in fishing suddenly diminished. He began spending more and more time with this woman. Hormones finally won. Tom got married and fathered two sons in the next three years. Family life became very important to Tom. Another factor was the Arab oil embargo. The high costs of fuel made Tom think twice before he invested in a fishing trip. Jack, Tom’s fishing buddy became very sick and passed on after a long illness. All of these events made fishing lose its appeal.

I spent many years hanging in the garage and the only exciting think happened was when a moth flew around looking for a meal to eat. Many landed on me and then realized I was nylon and polyester, not cotton. The moths did not find my fabric very tasty. It may have been the fishy smell too. 

One day Tom took me off the hook threw me in the washing machine with some soap and washed me. He could have used some warm water. That cold wash cycle sure was uncomfortable. He could have dried me in the dryer. No, he hung me on a hanger, and I had to drip dry in the cold breeze. Before I know it, I was thrown in a large box with hundreds of other coats. I was part of a winter coat drive the church had for the homeless and poor.

This homeless man reached in the box and grabbed me. He didn’t care what I looked like or even if I fit. I never knew his name. He lived under a bridge on the banks of the Platte River. He was more interested in that spirit in the bottle that he always carried with him. Many times, he left me lying on the banks of the Platte River. If he remembered where I was, he would pick me up and wear me for a while.  He sure did stink. I would take the smell of salmon eggs any day.

One day I was lying on the bank close to the river. There was a storm up stream and the river started to rise from the runoff. The river started to get closer and closer. I started to get wet and finally the current of the river grabbed me. I started to float down the river. It was a struggle to stay afloat. I was beginning to really get soaked. I finally had to succumb to the weight of my wetness and sank to the floor of the river. I was rolling along the bottom of the river, and I became snagged in a submerged tree branch. I was never seen again. 

I found this on an old website I was a member of back in 2008. I thought I would share it.

Alaska, the 49th State


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On January 3, 1959, Alaska officially became the 49th state of the United States after a long journey towards statehood. Here’s an expanded look at this significant event:

Russian Influence: Alaska was initially colonized by Russia in the 18th century, with the first settlement established in 1784. However, Russia found maintaining Alaska to be costly and challenging due to its distance from the mainland.

Sale to the United States: In 1867, Russia sold Alaska to the United States for $7.2 million (approximately 2 cents per acre), in a deal known as “Seward’s Folly,” named after William H. Seward, the U.S. Secretary of State who negotiated the purchase. Initially, many Americans viewed this acquisition skeptically.

Territorial Status: After the purchase, Alaska was administered as a district and later as a territory. The push for statehood began in earnest in the early 20th century, but progress was slow due to various political and economic considerations.

World War II Impact: The strategic importance of Alaska became apparent during World War II, when Japan occupied some of the Aleutian Islands. This event underscored Alaska’s military significance, leading to increased infrastructure development and population growth.

Statehood Movement: The post-war period saw a renewed push for statehood. Alaskans elected delegates to a constitutional convention in 1955, and a state constitution was drafted and ratified in 1956.

Congressional Action: In 1958, President Dwight D. Eisenhower signed the Alaska Statehood Act into law. After a referendum where Alaskans overwhelmingly voted for statehood, Congress officially admitted Alaska into the Union on January 3, 1959.

Cultural Diversity: Statehood brought recognition to Alaska’s rich indigenous cultures, including the Tlingit, Haida, Tsimshian, Yup’ik, Iñupiat, and others, whose traditional lands now had a new political status within the U.S.

Economic Development: Statehood led to increased federal investment in infrastructure, such as roads, schools, and health services. The discovery of oil in Prudhoe Bay in 1968 further transformed Alaska’s economy, although it also sparked debates over environmental conservation and indigenous land rights.

National Identity: Alaska’s vast wilderness, unique wildlife, and natural beauty added a new dimension to America’s national identity, emphasizing conservation and the exploration of the natural world.

Celebration of Statehood: January 3rd is celebrated annually in Alaska as Statehood Day, acknowledging the journey from a distant purchase to a full member of the United States. This day also reflects on the challenges and achievements of statehood, including issues like land management, indigenous rights, and environmental protection.

Alaska’s entry into the Union as the 49th state was not just a territorial expansion but also a cultural and economic milestone for the United States, highlighting the complexities and rewards of incorporating a region with such unique attributes into the nation’s fabric.

I Never Did This Before

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My wife had a Christmas luncheon with the neighborhood ladies’ group. Which meant I had to find something to eat or go to a restaurant and eat by myself. I go up to the local family-owned restaurant and before I pull into a spot another car has pulled into another spot before me. This gentleman goes in a few moments before me.  

We are waiting to be seated and there is about twelve of the tables and booths already taken with customers. As we are waiting, he asks me “have I ever eaten here before?” I reply “yes I have, and it is clean, and the food is ok. As we were waiting, I don’t know what came over me, but I asked him, “do you want to eat together?” There was a pause, and he said, “sure why not”. I have never done this before! What was I thinking? 

When we went to the booth, He introduced himself and his name is Chuck. I replied with my name and shook hands before we sat down across from each other. Is this going to be an awkward situation or a time to remember? Chuck was a man maybe late forties, early fifties with a greying beard and his clothes were neat and clean. No, that is not a photo of chuck. That is a photo I just pirated from the internet that looks close to what Chuck looked like. 

I said to Chuck, “I live near here do you live around here?” Chuck said, “no I live in Boston, and I am here on a business trip to see a client.” I replied, what kind of business do you have? Chuck replied, I am a web site designer and one of my customers needed some personal attention. Like a dummy I asked, is your client somewhere near?” Chuck replied, “sorry, that is privileged information, and my client wants to remain unknown.” I immediately thought, is this going to be an awkward uncomfortable lunch?  

Chuck then asked me, “are you still working?” I responded and said, “thanks for the compliment. I have been retired for over twenty years and haven’t worked a day for a salary since I retired. He said, “well you sure do not look your age. I said, “since 2006 every day is Saturday and do not have any serious commitments or deadlines to meet.” I do spend a lot of time blogging and writing down memories of my time and adventures I have experienced. 

Somewhere in the conversation we shared our family situations. Chuck has lived in Boston all his life. He has two children, a boy and a girl. The boy is two years older than the girl and the boy graduated from college a year ago and the girl is a senior in college. I shared that I have two sons and they are near fifty and both live in the Denver metro area with their family and I also have four stepchildren from a second marriage, two boys and two girls. This conversation is becoming more relaxed all the time. 

We then discovered that both of us were Army veterans. I was in the army in 1964 to 1966. I was stationed to Nurenburg Germany and fortunately missed Viet Nam. Chuck was in the army 2001 to 2005. When you find out that a veteran is talking to a veteran there is this wall that automatically disappears. I don’t know what there about military service is, but this bond develops that cannot be explained. I also find out Chuck was in Iraq the same time as my youngest son in 2003. They were also in the Third Armored Calvary Regiment but different squadrons. Sometimes it is a small world.  

Here is another example of a small world. My wife and I were in Rome visiting the coliseum and these men are around dressed in Roman soldier attire. My wife needs a picture and during the process the soldier asks where are we from. We tell him Denver Metro area. He responds by saying, “I know Denver area. In the off season I live in Greeley Colorado. We are 5000 miles away from Denver and meet someone who lives in Greeley which is about 40 miles northeast of Denver. Yes, sometimes it is a small world. 

The conversation is going very well and both of us appear to be enjoying that we sat together instead of eating alone. We talked about many different subjects, cars, weather, Boston history for just a few. An hour passed very quickly and Chuck said he should go back to his client. I asked when he is going back to Boston and he said later this evening. This was a very enjoyable meeting and we left without even sharing our last names or any contact information. I have never been very well in extending a friendship and I guess Chuck isn’t either. This meeting enforces my feeling that millions of people are basically good on this earth and are just attempting to do their best with what they have to face. This became a time to be remembered. Will I ever do this again? Only time will tell.  

Self-Publishing a Book

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Everyone has a book! Every public figure appears to have a book. Politicians, news commentators, TV stars and many other have a book for sale. They may be written by ghost writers, but they have a book.

For a long time, I had a dream of creating a book. However, I knew it would be virtually impossible to entice a major publisher to even consider a project from me. My ego is larger than my abilities and I shelved the dream of publishing a book.

I cannot remember how I stumbled onto Blurb Books. I think it happened when I was blogging on YourHub.com. This was a web site for The Rocky Mountain News, a newspaper in the Denver metro area. I think a fellow blogger mentioned Blurb Books to me and I went to their website.

My wife and I took a trip to Italy, and I wanted to create a book about our adventure. In June of 2008 I created my first book on Blurb Books. LINK

Since then, I have published over twenty creations on Blurb Books. They have many tools you can use to create your own book.

I have used their publishing software in the past until I discovered that you can now use the PDF format and send the file to them, and they can create your book. I use Microsoft Power Point to create my book and save as a PDF file and it has worked out very well.

You can keep your books private or sell them in their bookstore. Or you can set them up to sell on Amazon or Ingram. You can set your profit margin. You must remember though that you are responsible for the grammar and spelling, the photo resolutions and everything else. Therefore, proof and then again. They print what you approve!

https://www.blurb.com/bookstore

Here is my latest book LINK

For the price around a Starbuck’s latte, you can download a PDF file of this 226-page book.

A Trip Down Memory Lane

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This morning Dee and I went down memory lane. The Denver & Intermountain Interurban Car No. 25 Association had an open house and had trips on a restored streetcar from back in the early nineteen hundreds. Since both of us remember riding the streetcars in our young years this brought back a lot of happy memories. Seeing the no spitting sign brought a good laugh and the advertising above the seats. It is just amazing how technology has progressed in the last hundred years. We remember the trolley cars going around the corner and the electric cable jumping the power line, and the operator had to get out and put it back in place so the trolley could continue. We remember party lines where you had to listen for your ring before you answered the phone. Was it one ring, two rings, three rings? No privacy there. You could pick up the line and listen to your other party’s conversation.

Also, the rotary dial phone. One time a granddaughter wanted to make a call, and she was told to go use the kitchen phone. This was our last rotary dial phone. She said, “Grandma, I don’t know how to use this phone.” We got a good laugh out of that. It was a nice enjoyable excursion and the weather was perfect. Most of the riders were people of our age. Many enjoy going down memory lane. One thing they cannot take away from you is your memories and adventures happening in your life. On August 6th of this year, I posted Streetcars in Denver Here is the link for this blog https://tomt2.com/2024/08/06/streetcars-in-denver/

Italy Trips

“Words Fly Away, Writings Remain” unknown author

It is ironic that my next project is crafting a book about our twenty-five trips and vacations taken in the last 35 plus years. I started a week or so ago and it is still in the rough draft area. Reviewing our 25 trips I say the Italy trips were the most enjoyable, the most memories, the farthest away from home, the most expensive and the most of everything. If I was younger, I would consider going back again.

The first trip was taken in 1998. It included the normal tourist attractions, Rome, Pompey, Venice, and many other sites were included. My mother in-law went with us. No, she did not stay in the same room with us. She stayed in a room with a friend that was also on the trip. Roseanne, my mother in-law was Italian and always wanted to visit Italy. Finally, at 79 her wish came true. The glow and happiness in her eyes were a memory you never forget.

The second trip occurred in 2007. The second trip not only included normal tourist sites but also was crafted by the tour guide around the attendants of the group. If you wanted to visit a family related town or city, he included that site in the package. It was fun to visit areas off the beaten path and enjoy how life is away from what they want you to see. Remo the tour guide was an immigrant from Italy and was able to offer this feature in his tours. He had no problem filling up his trips to Italy.

If you are interested in more information, I have included links to PDF files about the trips. Also, a link to the book I created.

Italy 1998 trip Link Italy 2007 trip link Sixteen Days in Italy book link

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Camping Tales

When I was Young the exciting thing to do during the summer school vacation was to sleep outside between the houses or in the back yard. Two or three of the neighborhood kids would have a campout. It was spooky and scary staying outside with no parents nearby. Of course, this was before your parents had to be concerned about rampant crime and many things could be done without that fear.

My next camping experience was after I started work full time and some co-workers were campers and they would invite me to go with them to camp up in the mountains. Fishing and camping over the weekend. What an experience. I never did like sitting around the campfire though. It seemed like the smoke from the fire always followed me and my eyes would burn, and my clothes would retain that smell of smoke for a long period.

My next camping experience was during basic training. You received a shelter half and you had to find a buddy so the shelter half could be combined to make a pup tent. The army didn’t call it camping though, they had their own name, it was called bivouac. Then In Germany they had maneuvers and had these large tents that held eight or ten troops. I can’t remember what kind of tent they called them.

My final tale was after I was married and had two sons. We had friends that had a van, and I became enthused about a camping van. I bought a delivery van from the company I worked for and converted it to a camping van. The kids would sleep outside in a tent and the adults slept in the van. It was a fun time of my life. Unfortunately, I became divorced, and the budget could not afford a van and camping.

After my life became more stabilized, we occasionally went camping. I would rent a RV for the weekend or the week. It was fun, but I did not enjoy driving the wide RV and the length of the RV. I learned to take a tranquilizer before I started the trip. It was fun and enjoyable though and it gave me many good memories.

My camping days are over now.

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Have you ever been camping?
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Just be Myself

For most of my life I have tried to be something I was not. Many times, through life I heard “You should be like, whatever name you want to insert.” In younger years I heard; you should be more like your brother. Just because he is five years older than me, I should be like him? I guess I was a handful when I was young. Going to school I hear the same thing. You should be more like Johnny. At church I hear you are a sinner and should be more like the saints and apostles. Well, I got the picture, I should be somebody I am not and be somebody that fits in the surrounding society.

My teenage years were very difficult for me. For some reason I was angry and mad all the time. I hated myself and my situation. Was it because I was trying to be somebody I was not or was it just the hormonal change that everyone goes through during that age. One will never know.

I was drafted into the army later and looking back now I think this is one of the best things that happened to me in that period. This was in the Viet Nam era but fortunately my service period was served in Germany instead of Viet Nam unlike the seven other men drafted on that day. They all went to Viet Nam. Why I went to Germany and not Viet Nam is something I will never know. In the service you meet all kinds of people from many different areas of the country. Because of that I realized that the human race is not that bad. All the ones I met were basically good and were just trying to get through the challenges in front of them.

I have spent maybe two thirds of life trying to be somebody that I am not. You may believe this or not, but, one day I was taking a walk around the greenbelt near our home. There was nobody around and I was just having some silent time to my own. Then this loud voice came out and spoke. “Tom stop trying to be somebody else, just be yourself! Your purpose in life is to be yourself!” After that event I have decided to just be myself. Since that time, I been at peace since and am actually enjoying just being myself. I even like myself. This is one positive change I have made in my life.

Daily writing prompt
Describe one positive change you have made in your life.
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Memories of Italy

It’s cold in Denver, five degrees and I am stuck inside. I was thinking of more enjoyable times and I was viewing my photos from Italy trip taken in 2007. I thought I would share a few and since it is simple to add pictures when using Windows Live Writer. I really enjoyed Pisa and these photos are of Pisa. That leaning tower is really a site to see.

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I am enjoying working with this Window Live Writer. I am having a little difficulty placing the photos though. Have a nice evening and stay out of the cold and snow.