…you take a virtual tour of your home state of South Dakota and get homesick for all the well-known places you’ve been to (including beautiful St Joseph’s Cathedral in my home town):
“About 70 proof !”
Now that is some bad medicine.
Little known fact about Aberdeen SD … Frank Baum, the author of the Wizard of Oz lived there in the late 1890’s…I also lived there in the middle 1970’s while attending Northern State College.
Yup… very familiar with Aberdeen and with him!
Answer! Don’t watch or listen to the news. Find out from forums later on when it has been watered down.
Maybe that’s weakness?
I enjoy being in the moment with my activities.
I realise being a well-known author you have to have your finger on the pulse.
But there is something to be said for being ‘unavailable’ and with God.
My go to is to get on the water, with nothing to worry about except a boat, the weather and sea.
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Recalling Dr Wallace J Nicholls regarding this very idea.
What do you do when there is so much bad news? Form networks and Prep accordingly.
That is a beautiful and interesting geography. If i ever return to the USA, it would be on an itinerary including Arizona, Montana and New Mexico.
Step one: Drastically reduce news intake.
Step two: Find something to do with one’s hands (careful not to pick the devil’s idle hands. Easy mistake). I’ve personally been gardening and disappearing for hours on end to pick berries of an evening.
Step three: If one must indulge oneself on the inter-webs I’ve started playing the algo’s against themselves and speed scrolling until such time as I come across positive anecdotes, mostly from random people. Those are the only ones I stop and read for any length of time…
After viewing each of these I lean back in my chair, close my eyes, and think to myself:
“I hope that one was genuine”…
and can we Sling 'Em? Please?
… Sling 'Em if ya got 'em! I wish I had something of significance to sling but alas and alack I have nothing at this time.
I’ve been thinking about ‘Time Travel’- and how, even with foreknowledge, I’d end up a helpless tourist in my own past… (Even so,I’d probably still head back to 1974, and say hi to those who’ve passed on- after all, they were the only ‘home’ that there ever was)
lol…I probably would too…
Biking has become my new escape.
Here in Goiás (central state of Brazil) the scenery is stunning and the terrain challenging. Each new road offers incredible vistas of rolling pastures and fields, with steep hillsides and deep valleys. For me, the colorful and three-dimensional landscape is oddly reminiscent of both Chianti, Italy (minus the vineyards) and southern Ohio (replete with corn and soybean).
The month of May is the transition to dry season and I am told the vivid green will give way to brown, so I am aggressively going on longer and more difficult rides to take more of it in. Today it was 60km with 1050m of climb, bright and sunny and a nice breeze.
Alas. Each ride ends and reality creeps back in (and it usually gobsmacks).
… Beautiful! I am now officially jealous. 
When I first saw the picture I thought I have seen this baby before.
It is close enough to make me believe in reincarnation. 
Is that you Scarmoge?
…Reincarnated who?
… nope, I was not that cute as a baby. I had bright straight red hair from my Irish ancestors and was more baby than my Mother wanted - I’m sure
courtesy of my huge Scots ancestors. This picture is of the Baby Lindberg. The resemblance is quite striking. 
I’ll have to do regression hypnosis
… Scots,Irish & Hebrides/Scandanavian are my family genes, so there’s probably a certain ‘look’…Every morning, just getting up, I feel a bit ‘Murdered’- but that’s probably just the schumann resonance… 



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