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Morning Meanderings

It is 5:20 A.M. and I am in a motel room in Jacksonville, Fl. and I have been wide awake for nearly three and a half hours. I am here to go through orientation for a new driving job that will hopefully pay me a decent wage and still allow me time at home on a reasonably often and predictable schedule. The three other drivers with me in this orientation class seem to be convinced that things will continue as they have thus far, and that - even though we are supposed to finish up and leave today with our first loads - we will somehow be held until tomorrow. So far, I choose to believe that we will leave when we are supposed to and hope that it is sooner rather than later.

I have to get back on the road so that I can get home and get some sleep. Even though I used to build them, I have never been able to sleep comfortably in motels and I think it is because everything in them seems to be so artificial and I am an inherently natural person. Of course I know that it is also because of the lumpy pillows and over-used mattresses.

So many things with this job seem to be un-resolved but I hope it is only because I have been through all this before with other companies and haven't paid as much attention as I would have had I been well rested and un-jaded. In truth, I think all I really know about what I am doing here is that I am a good enough driver to somehow be able to muddle my way through until I reach that magical point when I have learned to do things the way this company wants them done. It is when things become routine that we are able to stop being nervous about screwing them up and simply start to enjoy accomplishing them.

It goes without saying that I miss my wife terribly, but it also should be noted again that I am confident that I will leave here when I am supposed to and thereby be on my way back to her arms before the day is out. I only hope when I get home that our "critter kids" will allow us a little time together without constantly coming up to ask where I've been, why I was there and how come I wasn't back sooner. It never ceases to amaze me how many thoughts and ideas some animals and humans can convey with just a look.

I cannot wait to again look into the eyes of those at home.
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Someday...

A random list of things I'd like to someday accomplish, discover or observe...


Someday…

Someday, I’m going to buy a small kitchen sink to pack with my buckskinning gear just so that when some smart alec says “Damn, looks like you packed everything but the kitchen sink!” I can turn around and hand it to them – Just to see the look on their face.

Someday, I want to make another door from the bathroom leading to a parallel universe so that our dogs will be justified in worrying about us when we go in there and close the door.

Someday, I want to find a mountain that used to be somewhere else and climb the damn thing just because it’s not there anymore.

Someday, when I least expect, it I do not want to be surprised by anything. Especially by something I did not expect.

Someday I want to find a use for all the crap I’ve been saving in hopes that someday I’ll find a use for it. So far the only use I’ve found for it is holding down the floor in the storage shed.

Someday I want to “fall forward” and “spring back” - Just so I can tell everyone that I’m on “daylight wasting time.”

Someday I’d like to get a notice in the mail telling me that I’m not overdue on a payment I don’t have to make.

Someday, I’d like to find a set of directions that don’t make me feel like an idiot because they are either too easy or too hard for me to follow.

Someday it’d be neat to go into a department store and find out that they actually sell departments.

Someday I’d like to actually give my wife a reasonable, logical and coherent answer instead of simply shrugging my shoulders and saying “Uh… I dunno.”

Someday, I’d like to have a day when all I really want to do is crawl around under the house and get wet, cobwebbed and muddy and hope that’s the day when the plumbing breaks.

Someday I’d like to find out that the water in the river is exactly the depth I thought it was, instead of finding out the hard way that it’s too deep for wading or too shallow for boating.

Someday, I’d like to find the locks that belong to all the keys I’ve acquired over the years and then find out that I have the only complete collection in existence and that it’s actually worth more than what I originally paid for all of them.

Someday, I’d like the socks I lose in the dryer to match the ones that I’ve already lost in the dryer.

Someday I’d like to win the Nobel Prize for discovering where all the socks we lose in the dryer actually go.

Someday I’d like to wash something red with something white and have the red article bleached instead of the white article permanently dyed pink.

Someday, I’d like to find out that all the times I was mistaken in the past, were actually mistakes and that I was really right all along.

Someday it’d be nice to buy a product and read a label which tells me that it is neither new nor improved but the same old crap that my grandmother used and that the only reason she used it is because it was the only crap of its kind available at the time.

Someday I’d like to wake up, realize how old I am and know exactly where the time went.

And someday… It’d be really cool to find out that there actually WAS a monster under my bed when I was four years old, but the reason it never quite got around to attacking me was because my father had the ability to magically turn it into a pile of clothes and toys.


cowboy
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Letter to the Boss...

Dear Boss:

Congratulations on having chosen the Colorado Rocky Mountains as your vacation spot this year! As you may know, even though I live in Kansas, I have spent a great deal of time in the Rockies. In fact, due in large part to inaccurate maps, faulty compasses and the mysterious geologic forces which strive to constantly re-arrange other wise familiar landmarks - I have probably spent more time in the Colorado back country than most members of the search and rescue team. At any rate, I am convinced that you, yourself could not have chosen a better destination.

I must admit that I am honored that you have come to me for advice on the subject of camping in the Rockies and commend you on your excellent judgement. Naturally, over the years, I have acquired an almost encyclopedic knowledge on this subject and you may believe me when I say that I have forgotten more than you know.

From the time of Zebulon Pike to present there have been literally thousands of books and articles authored on the subject of camping and living in the mountains. So many so that my (now ex!) wife jokingly inquired as to why anyone over the age of eight who owns a library card would willingly come to me for advice. I politely informed her that I, for one, could understand your wanting to learn things that only a real expert (like myself) would know!

With that in mind, Boss, I have decided not to fill your brain with information easily obtained from other sources. Instead, I have enclosed the following list of things you should NOT do while you are in the mountains. I know you should not do these things, because unfortunately, I have done them all at some point in the past. Needless to say, the results have ranged from just thoroughly embarrassing to damn near disastrous!

Good Luck Boss! May you learn at least as much from my "adventures" as I have...

Things you should NOT do in the Mountains

1. Do not wrap an egg in clay and place it the campfire to cook.
2. Do not try to start a campfire using only a mouthful of brandy and a Zippo lighter.
3. No matter how cute and cuddly it may look - Do not try to pet a baby porcupine.
4. Never try to kill a skunk with a banjo!
5. Never try to bluff a moose...
6. Never try to cross a stream on any log, which is more than ten feet above the water - Especially if the water is less than three feet deep!
7. Never leave your clothes more than a mile from where you are actually "skinny-dipping."
8. NEVER allow yourself to be convinced that riding a plastic toboggan down a two thousand foot snowmass and into a mountain lake would be "a really neat thing to do!"
9. Do not sneak up on your camp partner and "woof" like a grizzly - Especially if they are holding a cast iron skillet or a fly rod.
10. Do not throw rocks or pinecones at your camp partner when they in the bushes answering the call of nature - Especially if they are bigger and meaner than you are.
11. Do not throw rocks or pinecones at any stump that looks like a sleeping bear.
12. If you must climb a tree to escape from a bear (which turned out NOT to be a stump after all), do NOT disturb anything which looks like a yellow jacket nest until AFTER you are past it.
And finally - Even if the yellow jackets choose to go after the bear and leave you with only a few stings - DO NOT JUMP UP AND DOWN, CLAP YOUR HANDS AND LAUGH UPROARIOUSLY …while you are still standing in the uppermost branches of a pine tree!!!

©1997 Don McCrary
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Lost and Loving it... (An ignorant person's ode to

(Posted earlier in the forums, I elected to also post this as a blog... For reasons that I'm somewhat confused about.)

Lost and Loving it...
(An Ignorant Person's Ode to the Recent "Goings on.")

Consider now,
That bitter tale
About the proverbial missing
Horseshoe nail

Which brought about
A kingdom's fall
And matters to me
Not at all!

Because I no longer
Ride a horse
(This means that
I walk, of course!)

And I'm reminded
When I walk
That there's a big damn hole
In my left sock!

I used to be amazed,
(Now, I'm just amused!)
I used to be confounded,
(Now, I'm just confused!)

So many good folks up in arms -
Loud, their voices shout!
And here I am, lost on my front porch -
(Once again, I've been left out!)

I've no idea what's going on
(Not sure I want to know.)
I've been more or less content
To sit back and watch the show.

But it seems I've missed some episodes
Of "Days of Our CS Lives"
(It used to be all about
People finding husbands and/or wives!)

SINGLES, CONNECTING! What a concept!
(That's why I joined the site!)
(And I connected with the single ONE
Who keeps me warm at night!)

But then it became "He said/She said"
And "You're stupid, but too damn dumb to know!"
And for a while, I lost interest
In "The Connecting Singles Show."

I didn't take part in the "hate threads"
I kept to myself my political opines
(In truth, my dyslexia was going wild
From trying to read between the lines!)

I knew there were members who'd come and gone -
Some were "good" - Others, maybe not so much
Some were friends with whom I'll always
Do my best to keep in touch!

I've always been a "minor character"
The limelight suits me not!
(I'm content to just occasionally be "comic relief"
In the Connecting Singles plot!)

But now disgruntled former members
Have started another site (Or two or three or maybe ten?)
And they're saying the same things that they said here?
Oh God! (Tell me - Where and When?!!)

I want to see what's being said!
(Do I need to run and hide?)
Or mayhap go and defend the honor
Of myself and brand new bride?

I'm lost! I don't know what's going on -
(Is it something in the air?)
Wait! It just occurred to me -
That, I REALLY JUST DON'T CARE!

Words are only what they say
And (I've found this to be true!)
They can only do the damage
That we allow them to.

It's what we know about ourselves
That really matters most.
('Course all I know is that I become confused
When all the posing posters post.)

I'm lost on my own front porch!
(It's where I type, you see.)
Though my driveway still leads down the ridge
(That much is real to me.)

But the "Days of Our CS Lives" episodes I've missed
Leave me scratching my head in doubt
Of the virtual world that so many folks
Can't seem to live without...

Life, like breakfast, is what you make it
(Mine is "Scrambled - with bacon on the side.")
And the internet world is more condiment for me
Than the place where I reside;

I use it simply to spice things up a bit -
(I don't "live" here as a rule.)
It's true that I enjoy it!
But still, it's just another tool.

And now, the wind is stirring the trees a bit
And, SUDDENLY, things are clear -
I may be lost on my own front porch
But, by God, I love it here

Where I can hold my brand new bride
(She just gave me a kiss!)
And know beyond a certainty
That, truly, ignorance is bliss!


grin
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Looking to the future past...

Once again, as is my habit, I stepped outside this morning to give my immediate world the once over.

Things are going alright here and I continue to be awed by the beauty of the country. I'm standing on the front porch right now, looking through the trees at one of the prettiest sunrises God ever created. There's a bit of mist along the ridge and the shafts of sunlight through the foliage look like spotlights from heaven. It's been cooler down here lately and fall is definitely in the air. In a few more days, I'll take the .22 rifle and start exploring the ridge above and to the east of the house in hopes of getting a squirrel or two and finding even more things to wonder at - Sure wish I had my huntin' partner down here to explore it with me - Reckon I'll follow the branch up to it's source and maybe spend some time cleaning out the spring where it issues out of the rock. I'm thinking that once it's cleaned up a bit the water will turn out to be pure and sweet and a good place to get a drink while I'm hunting.

I'll probably wear boots, jeans and T-shirt on the first couple of excursions, then switch over to buckskin britches, moccasins and drop sleeve shirt as the weather cools and the leaves drop. The .22 rifle will be replaced with the little .40 caliber muzzle loading "squirrel rifle" that I have come to love for excursions such as these. At my belt will be hunting knife, tomahawk and flint & steel fire starting kit. A bit of black bohea tea and maple sugar secured in a pouch and tucked into a small copper billy-can will give me an excuse to stop and ponder the imponderables under the guise of refreshment. With powder horn and shooting bag over my shoulder, I will step from the 21st century and go immediately to the 19th. Cigarettes will be replaced by a carot of Rocky Mountain twist tobacco to be alternately masticated or shaved into a small clay pipe and smoked while enjoying my tea. My wrist watch and the need for it will left behind as I ease through the trees in search of the peace of a slower pace and with any luck I will return from these excursions with not only squirrels for the cookpot, but salve for the soul as well...
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For the Sake of the Sound...

I have had a wonderful summer off - spending time with my lovely "better half" and going fishing & canoeing - but it has now gotten to the point where I must once again return to work and get a little money coming in to pay the bills. It has also gotten to the point where I'm beginning to realize that I miss driving a truck.

The following poem was written by way of explanation to my (ex) wife as to why my chosen profession is more a way of life, than just a way to make a living.

In many ways, I dread going back on the road; The lonely nights far away from loved ones, waking up in a different town or city each day, viewing the world through a windshield, the long hours of driving through all types of weather, etc... But in many ways, these very things are the ones that I feel calling to me in a way that I've never quite been able to express except with the following lines. I hope you enjoy!




For the Sake of the Sound


I’ve left a lot of miles, and a lot of mem’ries
Behind me on the road…
I’ve been up and down and back and forth
In search of the perfect load.

‘Seen some sights that would flat out blind
Most ordinary men.
‘ Seen places I’d like to get back to –
And some I’d rather never even been!

There’s happiness out here. (If you know where to look.)
And sadness. (Sometimes too easily found.)
I’ve seen friendships develop… And marriages fail –
All for the sake of the sound.

The sound? Well, it’s the roar of the engine, the mesh of the gears,
The crackle of a radio call…
It’s the hum of the tires and the deep, easy snore
After a day of givin’ your all.

It’s the tinkle of a spoon in a coffee cup,
The rattle of iced tea in a glass.
It’s the whine of the tranny and the way the jake bellows
As you ease down some steep mountain pass…

It’s the WHUMP! of a tire throwin’ its cap,
(The muttered curse, under your breath.)
It’s the blare of your horn at some Dipstick Fourwheeler
Who just scared you Damn near to death!

It’s the howl of the wind, and the laugh of a waitress –
Somewhere a long way from home…
It’s the easy banter in a truckstop café,
That makes you feel not quite so alone.

It’s rain on the roof of the sleeper,
The whisper of snow coming down –
It’s all of the things you don’t realize you’re hearing
That makes up the most of the sound!

It is… The Honest to God heartbeat of America;
The pulse of traffic thru’ her veins!
And once it gets in your blood, and believe me it will -
You’ll never again be the same

Without the muted rumble of a truck stop in winter,
A corny joke, heard on the C. B. –
Late night talk radio, a million sounds more!
All beckoning to you – And to me…

Now, you can drive this land from coast to coast,
And see everything there is to be found…
And you can give up the road for the sake of your soul –
But you’ll come back… …For the sake of the sound!


Don McCrary
© August, 1994
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