8/9/2011

If you’re lucky, the rainbows come after the rain. Too often people come touch our lives for an instant, and then “poof” they are gone. I’ve often thought about the many miracles that have happened in this period of time. I think about everything I have witnessed. There have been many gaurdian angels that’s for sure. Like the rainbows, I think we must enjoy our time with the people while we have it. They are precious moments.

I felt a sense of nostalgia passing through Fort Leonard Wood and seeing Jannet, Marcie, and Maria, again. It was like reliving the magic in a way. Of course I shared my stories and told them about my future plans. (I kind of have the feeling I’ll be telling these stories for many years to come). But like the rainbows, the time was limited...

8/11/2011

Sunday morning arrived which meant it was a day for departure. But first, Mike and Judy took me and mama out to a Sunday morning buffet. The thing I love about these smaller towns is that everyone knows everyone else. It’s really something special. It seems like everyone is related as well. It’s not uncommon to spot your cousin when you are out eating.

Skies were clear and the corn was tall. Saying good-bye is tough but, I never think in terms of good-bye. I always think until we meet again. I will surely return to visit Mike and Judy. They were a riot. As were their pets Fritz and Odie.

On the road, the memories came flooding back. Even though I ran that stretch of route 66 a couple months ago, each days’ details were crystal clear...

8/10/2011

Saturday Mike took me and my mom to the antique car show being held at the David Davis mansion in Bloomington. We showed up in his 1938 Buick (I’ll expect a call if I get the year of the car wrong). It was a treat for two reasons. First, I got to hang out with all the fellas from the car club and see all their antique cars. Second, I got to take in a little piece of history. David Davis is the person responsible for nominating Abraham Lincoln for President. On the grounds, hosts and hostesses were dressed in garb from the early ninteen hundreds. I don’t know how the ladies handled the heat back then because those dresses had them covered from head to toe. I guess global warming hadn’t set in yet. Although I’m sure it was still hot as hades in the summer.

I met one guy there that...