I want to show the beauty of the honor given to the people, and show a respect for both a final resting place and the differing ways we memorialize their lives. In December 2013 I had a chance to visit two cemeteries in Chicago.


I was out feeding last night and the smoke from nearby fires is really making things interesting at sunset. The sun was behind the old chevy that is waiting for restoration. I shot this with my phone and edited it to make the pickup stand out more than the sun.

Enjoy, there may be more.

An old chevy pickup on a smokey evening in Montana

We made a trip through the park on the 18th of August. This is the first time Dianna, Morgan, and Dianna’s mom Genny have had the opportunity to see this wonderful place. The glaciers have been receding for 10,000 years, or whenever the last ice age ended, but they are now receding faster. They would have eventually been gone someday, now the park is estimating there will be no glaciers by 2020 so you had better get there now.

Glacier Park wild goose Island in St. Mary Lake



Love CarrotsA couple of the Dragon Carrots from our garden.

My inconclusive travel plans 2012

I have been in many places, but I’ve never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can’t go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.

I’ve also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.

I have, however, been in Sane. They don’t have an airport; you  have to be driven there. I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family and work.

I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I’m not too much on physical activity anymore.

I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often.

I’ve been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.

Sometimes I’m in Capable, and I go there more often as I’m getting older.

One of my favorite places to be is in Suspense! It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart! At my age I need all the stimuli I can get!

I may have been in Continent, and I don’t remember what country I was in. It’s an age thing.


Today is one of the many National Mental Health Days throughout the year. You can do your bit by remembering to reposting this to at least one unstable person. My job is done!

Life is too short for negative drama and petty things. So laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly!

From one unstable person to another… I hope everyone is happy in your head – we’re all doing pretty good in mine!

9:15 am overlook behind the fish throwing guys.

I have a day off to spend on my own while my wonderful bride is at the SMX conference. She works long hours for her company and then helps me. She allows me to be who I am and supports me. I do so love her.

morning view

Before the Market is awake.

First thing in the morning I let her off and I find parking as close and as inexpensive as I can find then make the. 25 mile trek to the market. First order of business, caffeine. Then I wander a bit and watch Pike Street come to life. I now sit at the public overlook thumb-typing on my phone, listening to the street artist do a reasonable rendition of the Beatles. Occasionally the fish guys yell “MONKEYFISH” or “10 POUND SALMON”. The chains begin rattling as vendor stalls open and the wares come out.

‘don’t you know you’re a shooting star” is echoing through the sitting area as the last of my vanilla latte goes down. Original Starbucks, good price, good latte.

I have a reoccurring memory from when I was young. My aunt Karen bought some Chinese candy for me. I couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 at the time so we are talking 1971ish. Truthfully the sugar coated rice paper stuff was not all that good at the time so it does not draw me to want more. But the memory of Karen and I standing at the booth is vivid and warm. For some reason I have always thought it was one of a few memories I have from a California trip we made. For 40 years I have been wrong. Early 70’s renovations have changed things, but walking through the shops on the east side of the street I got a chill up my spine. Right here, probably off of this very table is where that almost inedible candy was purchased and somehow enjoyed on the trip back to Montana. One of my fondest and never before shared memories was found and relived on a misty day wandering by myself. Thank you Karen for the memory, and ultimately for being the best ‘big sister’ I could have ever dreamed of. (I tried to get a photo but it was always crowded, when I went back later the table was packed into the store and gone, perhaps in the next couple of days I will get a photo.)

11:30 Sitting in the mist on the north side of the market.

Crow pestering a seagull


A crow is being amazingly pesky to a seagull by dive bombing. No apparent reason but to be pesky.

People who know me understand my philosophy on life.

That being said I have a little red Traveling Buddha that travels with me. Normally he resides on my monitor keeping an eye on things. For years he has either been there or in my pack if I travel. Over the years I have lost track of where he came from, he just is.

House of Jade

Where my Buddha came from

Today I walked into a shop in the Down Under and remembered looking in the cases as a young boy and seeing these huge skull rings. They are still there, hopefully not the same ones I wondered at as a boy.Working my way through the store I eventually found myself looking at the middle island of racks and shelves. Right there is a a display of carved red wooden Buddhas.It came back to me, In 1996 I was in town for a software training session and David and his then girlfriend now wife Tera took me to the market on a cold February Sunday.

traveling buddha

my protector

I now distinctly remember looking through all of them seeing subtle differences. I chose mine because he sat on a side sloped base making him just a bit more original than the others. Right now as I sit in the car letting my phone battery charge he is  sitting on the dash once again vigilantly watching over my travels. Yet another connection to Seattle and the market.

Off to find a journal book so I don’t kill the battery in the phone again, and find lunch.


1:50 Zaina restaurant

I wandered all over the place looking for a blank journal to put these scratchings in. Finally I found one at a map store on 1st Ave. I found a little ace called Zaina to rest my tired dogs in and refuel. This afternoon is going to be spent on the piers. I’m not hitting the aquarium but the other shops should be fun. Maybe some more memories will be sparked from the recesses of my memory.

about 4:00 listening to a guitar and washboard duet.

Back again where my day started, only now I have a cream cheese Cinnamon roll instead of a latte.

Rain in the afternoon in Seattle in the pier


True to its reputation Seattle is raining a nice steady flow, nothing serious just steady. The shops on the pier are almost exactly as I remember them, Memories but no epiphanies.  Much has changed over the 40 odd years I can remember this place,but a lot is still the same. As always in a locale such as this the people are as interesting to watch as as the location itself. Relative isolation in Montana leads to forgetting the diversity we do have. I have heard several languages and seen a wide variety of faces mingling together quite well. It isn’t until you gat on the street and have to deal with the driver that conflict happens. In my walking up and down the hill and north and south well past the normal Marketplace area I realize the difference between local and the tourist. sometimes quite easily. I probably look somewhere in-between, not gawking, but still looking around at the sites most local people see as common everyday environment. There is no animosity for the tourist, but acceptance and some amusement.

I have been sitting here scribbling this while listening to an absolute idiot. He is rudely berating his wife and daughter and feeding them inaccurate information on the market. Evidently it  started in the 20’s and only sold seafood in the beginning. I feel like turning him around so he can read the placard he is sitting 3 feet from that has the real history on it.

Life is too short to listen to this, I’m moving on.

4:40 I just sat down to write more and Dianna called to say she will be done, I will wander to the car and get her so that will be all for the day.

It’s been a good one.

The Greeks had several words to better describe different types of “love” that occur:

Agapē-is the godly love-unconditional, based on principle

Storgē-is familial love-the love we have for our children
Philia-is a non-sexual love-love of friends
Eros-is sexual love between people

It seems than many people confuse what love is. Even as concise as the ancient (and modern for all I know) Greeks had it, there still is no easy way to define all aspects of it.

There is no ‘set’ definition that fits all, so choose what you can and enjoy what you have. I know I have and always will have all aspects.

Especially Eros

‘The scope and size of the volume was such that it could not be contained in a single book, and so Tor proudly presents The Gathering Storm as the first of three novels that will make up A Memory of Light.’

The Countdown is on! The final Wheel of time book, will be three books, with The Gathering Storm being the first installment. I sure hope that this is more than a way to get more money for publishing more books based upon an authors name. The quality is there to support that quantity is tradition follows, and with Jordan’s editor/widow in the thick of it there is no reason for it not to be, especially at 748 pages as given on the site linked below.

The Gathering Storm by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson

Bernie is using twitter to full advantage and has been open and informative about the potential it holds.

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‘The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public
debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered and
controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed lest
Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work, instead of living on
public assistance.’

Cicero – 55 BC

Evidently nothing.

(don’t know for sure Cicero said this…. but its great!)