changes...

Woke before dawn to rain... that wasn't in the forecast. Listening to Pandora and reading blogs, news, email, and other sundry things. Life is going on... the day begins as I see light on the eastern horizon...

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more 'past'....

Sitting in a leaky tent on the Isle of Man during TT week 1971... the Isle of Man justice system as I was fined 5 £ 27 and one half pence for operating my motorcycle (a BSA Lightening) without undue attention.. riding across Belgium in the fog... enjoying lunch alongside a canal in the Dutch countryside.. Overnight in an Amsterdam canal house... and back in the United States... riding through a snowstorm in July at Crater Lake (Honda CX 500)... riding I-80 and watching the cloud of volcanic ash behind me as my motorcycle covers miles... celebrating the 4th of July 1976 in Clark Fork Montana... visiting Devils Post Pile just weeks after Spielberg left the place after filming Close Encounters of the Third Kind.. riding on motorcycle over 80,000 miles and then buying another and riding that for 90,000 miles. My 1957 small window Volkswagen... crashing on frost covered cobblestones while riding my motorcycle on New Years Eve in Berlin Germany... waiting patiently as the Hells Angels refuel in a gas station south of Half Moon Bay surrounded by heavily armed police cruisers... standing in line for food in Haight Ashbury... listening to Iron Butterfly in the meadows of Golden Gate Park live.. concerts at the Hollywood Bowl.. driving from California to Massachusetts in 5 days.... driving from San Angelo Texas to Palm Springs in 16 hours... Monterrey California to Hollywood and Vine in 4 hours and 20 minutes... yes, I do drive fast on occasion. More later...

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a poet speaks...

Let Them Alone
Robinson Jeffers

If God has been good enough to give you a poet
Then listen to him. But for God's sake let him alone until he is dead;
no prizes, no ceremony,
They kill the man. A poet is one who listens
To nature and his own heart; and if the noise of the world grows up
around him, and if he is tough enough,
He can shake off his enemies, but not his friends.
That is what withered Wordsworth and muffled Tennyson, and would have
killed Keats; that is what makes
Hemingway play the fool and Faulkner forget his art.

more by Robinson Jeffers...

Thank you shinsetsu 
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more... from my childhood...

Traveling with my Uncle Doug and Aunt Dot in their new Ford Crown Victoria...with the glass roof. Fresh caught lobster with melted butter and corn on the cob... picking a cup of wild blueberries so Mom could make a cake... the lone trout living in the shallow well... riding on the hay wagon while the men gather hay in the pasture... picking blackberries and raspberries and knowing a bear is on the other side of the berry patch.. rowing a small boat around the harbor with my cousins... watching the light at the airport in Trenton Maine shine through the bedroom window and dance on the walls... sitting on the front porch with Grandpa and watching the tourists drive by o their way to Acadia and Bar Harbor... siting on the lawn and watching the fireworks at Bar Harbor on the 4th... going to the Blue Hill Fair... roaming through the junkyard at Overlocks looking for parts for my Dad's 1940 Chevy Coupe... seeing Fantasia in a theater when it was first released courtesy of Mr. Cunningham, the theater owner.. fishing for flounder at the base of the Sullivan bridge... roaming along the shore in Northeast Harbor Maine... checker berry (wintergreen) growing wild... collecting wild berries for jam.. snow sledding down the hill st the Crabtree house.. going to Gott's store in Franklin when stores had penny candy... watching my Dad build a chimney from the basement to the top.. roaming the woods behind the house fearing nothing.. riding in a wagon as the horse pulled it to the cemetery... playing cowboys and indians... the early exposure to rock and roll and rhythm and blues...driving to Bangor (the big city)... traveling from Maine to California by car (1959)... seeing segregation in Mississippi (1959)... my first night in California (Indio, 1959)... my first day in school in Orange California.. growing up fast in Southern California... my first car (a 1957 Chevy Bel Air Coupe - I should have bought the 1958 Chevy Impala instead)... more later...

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warning....political....

Seems the current mortgage fraud that the banks created and is subject to investigations by all 50 attorney generals in all 50 states doesn't have the support of the White House... and here is why.  Talk about the government being 'owned' by Wall Street....
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a new bridge...

Here is a new bridge.... and it sets the standard for concrete spans....

for shinsetsu 

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