We are Back

Words can not adequately express our experience in France. To travel in a land that has had a vibrant culture since the beginning of recorded history is really hard to define. Our tour guide would take us into a stone cathedral and point out that it has been standing here actively used since the 14th century or this other one since the 9th century is really hard to wrap your head around. To stand in one of these buildings and understand that every stone was cut by hand, carried on a cart pulled by mule, raised 6 or 8 stories to the point of completion is a exercise in stretching the cerebral. Visions of all the history that has transpired while these buildings stood here inundating my mind all at once overwhelmed me. We think of our USA as a reasonably established country but to put things in perspective Jesus was still a current event when some of these were built. The same to be true of the castles that litter the hillsides. Scenes we know to be true seeing them via some sort of media but the enormity of it all really comes home standing in the middle of it all.
The beauty of France is breath taking. Hills, rivers, chateaus, orchards, entire community's that were established 500 years ago, homes with a legitimate thatched roofs, the Cliffs of Normandy where our soldiers fought the Germans.
To touch a german bunker on the shores of Normandy is a moment in itself. Makes me really appreciate how I have never had to experience war on our shores from foreign occupation.
The American cemetary at Omaha Beach...................
I will have more to say soon and we will have pics up on google picassa. I will email everybody a link as soon as I am done with posting. We took almost 1,300 photos but have culled it down to about 850 to post on the net.
Robert

Here We Go

Finally!!!! Vacation time is here, a very long summer and if I might add a well deserved break. Emperor Napoleon Trenton will be minding the store along with his auntie Queen Amy Antoinette. (brawn/brain) 9 days of NO PHONE!!!! That alone is nearly orgasmic.

Hooray for Chile!!!! pronounced Chee-lay I cant even begin to imagine 70 days 2000 feet underground.....without a bath....or toothpaste.....or T.P.....or need I say more?
You know what Im talkin about. You know what it feels like after a couple days with no H20. The bobo starts to get a little itchy and ya start wantin to scratch in that socially incorrect way.

I consider myself somewhat of a tropical man. I need sunshine. NEEEEEEED. I proly would have been the the guy suggesting a flashlight rotation to insure everybody got their share of daylight.

I really hope all party's, rescuers included are properly rewarded.

GO RANGERS!!!!!

9mm

I applied for my CHL last week. I hedged my application by putting the new Barak Obama postage stamp on my envelope. If they deny me I can sue them on the basis of a hate crime. I'm a minority in my community. WHITE AS WHITE !!!! Have I mentioned the Texas border policies lately???

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Tony Curtis and now Steven Cannell. The men and women that entertained us as well as helped shape us in our formative years are passing from this plane in to a existence unseen by us. Tony was a man of amazing talent and gifting but slightly lacking in mercy or in need of great mercy.....married 5 times...... Steven Cannell, writer of Baa Baa Black Sheep, The Rockford Files and a slew of others...dead @ 69. Let the voice of your mortality speak to you (Holy Spirit)
I spent Friday and Saturday with my beautiful wife at our farm, enjoying God's creation in its purist form. Wow, really makes me grateful for the life I have. When I take a few minutes I realize just how much junk I have. Just having a computer to share with you is a tremendous thing. God has been good to me....real real goood. How old were you yesterday? Today you are one step closer to your grave. The end of building your legacy. I attended 2 friends funerals this summer. Ross, age 59 and Tim, age 56. Never guessed that would be happening when I met them 15 years ago. I believe funerals are for the living, not the dead. The dead are done (strongest word in the English language if I need to remind anyone). Nobody seemed to want to talk to me at the funerals save the pleasantry's casually mentioned to replace any meaningful intimacy. Maybe I made a left turn and nobody wants to forgive me and let things go. Maybe somebody has a stick up their ass and is willing to sacrifice everything they learned in Sunday school to prove out how principled they are (sloan)It's all ok. Another 50 years or so and I'll be dead too. I hope somewhere in my epitaph it uses the word "principled"...........or at the very least "genuine"