Tarmac ribbons criss-crossing the landscape, dusty back roads twisting between the cool shadows of ancient pines, and less traveled pathways connecting present to past, all I wander, seeking, seeing, with my keyboard and camera capturing scenes and stories to share with you.

Now in its seventh year, this venue has become an important part of my life, a place where I can express my thoughts and feelings about the things I see and do, hoping the process brings me a bit closer to friends and family who enjoy sharing my sometimes chaotic and often nonlinear observations and ideas. A journal, I suppose, but one with which I find pleasure in thinking others are alongside me on my journey.

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March 30, 2012

ON THE ROAD - GO HICKORY


... a brief detour from our ride along i70 to st. louis, we stopped in knightstown, indiana, to visit the gym where the movie "hoosiers" was filmed ... to be honest, i thought this was going to be a rather dry experience, expecting to find in a tired midwestern town an old gym which had been merely one of many stages used in the filming of a movie that is, at best, a rather fictionalized account of a real event ...

... but, after our friendly guide, who had played seventh-grade basketball in the gym, and the little old lady who every so sweetly warned him, "they haven't got all day, so don't tell 'em all your stories," i found myself totally charmed by the setting ... a small town, no longer home for those who farm "small," one from which its children are now bused great distances to more financially efficient "consolidated schools," a town which would be well within its rights to give up and accept that fact that america has moved on ... but ... but, at least for those residents who manage the gym, there has been no surrender ... rather, in a most humble fashion they've taken the offense against "bigger is better" and new automatically supersedes old ... to visit this gym is a reminder that there was a time when hard work was a virtue, "friend" was someone with whom you enjoyed being squeezed onto a seat on the bus, and on a friday night "community" found definition in being crowded along a set of creaky wooden bleacher benches ...


... thomas wolfe said, "you can't go home again" ... adult maturity is coming to the realization that, for the most part, his dictum was correct ... but ... but, here in this tiny gym, if only for a moment on a warm spring day, it is quite possible to briefly believe that you can go home again, and, listening to the  squeaking of sneaker soles on polished hardwood floors, in this short respite find a most welcome exception to wolfe's rule ...

NIKON D200 & OLYMPUS E-PL1



ON THE ROAD - STRATOTANKER


... while visiting with jon he took us out onto the rickenbacker field flight line to have an "up close and personal" view of his airplane ... even after growing up in the strategic air command, where kc-135's were a part of the background of daily life, then getting to fly on these airborne tankers when i was in the air force, it's still a thrill to get to go inside one of these great airplanes ... for adrien, obviously, it was an exciting experience ...


... so exciting, in fact, that she overcame her aversions to both ladders and buttons and allowed jon to take a shot at teaching her to fly the aircraft ...


... in the aft section of the airplane adrien tried out jon's office "couch," discovering that boeing hadn't spent much time on making it comfortable, nor, as you can clearly see, had they made any effort to provide for the differences between male and female anatomy ...


"It's classified. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

... while in columbus, in addition to enjoying jon's "movie theater" living room, we also visited the united states air force museum in dayton ...


... seeing all the planes which had carried the call sign "air force one" was neat, even if adrien did start to believe she was harry truman ... however, viewing the slice marks that were made in the aft bulkhead of the boeing 707 so that the coffin containing john f. kennedy could be loaded into the plane's tight confines, that was a bit disconcerting ...

NIKON D200 & OLYMPUS E-PL1