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Kickin’ in the Holiday Season… Yeah it’s Christmas Time

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Over the rivers and through the woods to Grandmothers house we go…that was the song we always sang as a child waiting for Grandma to show up with her fresh baked Pumpkin and Mincemeat pies. This was a special time for the family when I was growing up. I often wonder what has happened to those days. Do families still congregate for the holidays to debate politics and the proper educate for being a quest in someone’s house?  Do the neighborhood kids still do a pickup game of football in the streets?

I remember all the hors d’oeuvre’s and how we could eat all day with our fingers. If you were the oldest you got to be the “boss of all the kids, which is not all it’s cracked up to sound like, especially when you have the diaper thing and a bad gag reflex!!! But I do remember Thanksgiving was a special time to remember what you have, see family you won’t want to see for another year. More than all that it was a time to reflect on how much luckier you were for having the family you have than those less fortunate than yourself. I’m not real sure if folks still do this.

I mean now with everything being about “privilege” or some concocted infantile though process that dictates you have shed some sort of oppression because you’re several types of “ist’s” practicing several types of “ism’s”.  It wasn’t always like that, you used to be able to agree to disagree and still respect each other.

I remember in ’63 we mourned JFK, in ’65 my six month old little sister got all the attention. In ’66 we got to talk about the Beatles cuz we saw them that summer. Of course ’67 was all about San Francisco and flowers in your hair, and in ’68 we mourned another Kennedy. 1969 was cool cuz it was all about Woodstock, the Mets and the moon. As the we ushered in the 70’s Life started to change as we discovered there really is a difference in boys and girls. ’71 brought my graduation from Junior High School and first summer job. Now 1972 was big as my summer job was with Bill Graham Presents and I was the center of attention as Led Zeppelin was all anyone wanted to talk about. There was trouble in paradise in the summer of ’73 as the wicked step-mother left and moved in next door and no one came around much.

In 1974 I helped get someone to Austin Nevada for one of the most memorable Thanksgivings in my life, and can never forget 1975, as I escorted the one love of my life to the Miss Nevada Pageant that summer. I left home after the year went out on my own as they say.

For the next couple years I would always find a way to get home for the Holidays. Always having great catch up conversations with ccousins, aunts & uncles and of course Grandma.  I found myself hitchhiking a few times before I became a guest of the Gov’na. Then the days all seemed to run together. In the 90’s I hosted a couple of these family gatherings. I remember Grandma not caring for the “stuffing” I made one year cuz it was not with Giblet Gravy, however, she did brag to all her friends about me working at Colombo’s by the River and the pumpkin pies I made with her recipe and the pumpkins I grew that summer. She also really liked the turkey I smoked, always a dark meat preference she could not believe how moist the white was.

Times have changed for me now. I’m two thousand miles from home and definitely homesick. The folks where I am have strange to me customs and rituals for this time of year. It is definitely a learning experience. Sometimes it’s hard not to offend when the truth offends it becomes a very precarious set of circumstance. However, you always try to look at the glass half full. As was in another time of my life days have started running together and you don’t pay much attention to them, you just wish you were home. Better days are ahead I know. I just know. For now I am grateful for what I have.

I know there are still families gathering as the streets are full, planes have been flying overhead nonstop all day, there has to be someone traveling with all the traffic of every kind. Let’s all keep good thoughts that everyone gets home safely.

I hope folks can talk politics without hating each other this year. Seems that somewhere along the way we no longer talk to each other, we all sit around wrapped up in our devices doing whatever in our sterile environments that no one can infringe into our safe spaces. I truly hope this is not the case at your gathering this year

Even though homesick I will get to spend time with new people and share new family dishes, one I have already sampled is called “pelogo” very tasty dish little like Cannoli. I’m working on the recipe for the website it is that good. So here’s to hoping everyone has safe travels this weekend, makes new friends, learns new traditions, gets to eat and sample new dishes from others families. Most of all I sincerely hope everyone is as blessed as I.

Look for more recipes and entertaining podcasts of my new projects. I do have some interviews coming up that should prove interesting, especially the one I’m scheduled to do with a media outlet in Australia. If you have an idea or topic for an interview contact me and let me know. In addition, I am looking for retail people that would like to get involved in the Hemp Full Spectrum CBD Oil markets. Look for me to assist promoting an upstart Cannabis Application platform. Let us not forget the awesome plant food Bud Bionics for the gardeners out there.

As I continue to plug along my following grows daily so advertisers and sponsors are definitely a welcome friend. My total reach between all social media platform is now well over two hundred fifty thousand around the world. Also of note, all of you that are inspiring writers looking to be published, always looking for well written great content articles for our Guest Writer feature on the website.

Until Next Time

Happy Gardening

Traveling Shoes…The New Adventures Begin

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Well now…a lot has happened since I last stopped in to chat a week ago last Monday from Winslow Arizona as I was waiting on the corner for that Flatbed Ford to slow down to take a peek. After that, well let’s just say I was no longer getting’ my kicks on Route 66…for a minute at least.
First I lost the right rear hub. Fortunately I was pulling off Route 66 in to the sleepy little town of Holbrook Arizona to go look at some petrified wood. At first I thought I had a flat tire since I rolled the dice on some used tires, as I was cursing the we decided to go with the used tires low and behold…here comes the tire rolling past me. Well naturally I cheered as I no longer had to change a flat. But now I had to address a much bigger problem as the break drum lug studs sheared at the disc.

First I had to spend 3 hours waiting for assistance, and then another 5 hours fixing the truck enough to hobble into town to Wilkinson Graphics and Auto. $1200 bucks and two days later Josh from Aden’s Mobil Auto Repair and Macy at Wilkinson Graphics and Auto had me like new and back on the road. I do have to say a tip of the hat to all that assisted. As anyone that travels knows auto repairs place you in the mercy of those repairing. Fortunately both of these company’s are very respectable. And fair when it came to pricing and the fees they charged. So if you’re in the Holbrook Arizona and find yourself on the short end of auto troubles look Macy and Josh up tell ‘em I said hello. They’ll get you squared away and back on the road with minimal hurt to your wallet. Oh and can’t forget this was all made possible` with the assistance of my new found Guardian Angle.
From Holbrook I headed to Albuquerque. I spent the night in Albuquerque. As I rolled down the highway listening to the rhythm of the tires on the road watching the landscaping turn from brown hues to deep reds and terracotta hues mixed with the sandstone colored rock formations in and around the ancient lava fields from a period long gone, I wondered about the stories these fields could tell, and what ancient treasures might be found in these antediluvian lava flows, I decided to stop to shoot a couple photos for the slide show to your right. As I wondered why I didn’t remember this fantastic landscaping the last time through, suddenly I realized I drove into Albuquerque at eleven PM. After a badly and long overdue needed hot shower in a TA Truck Stop I spent the night only to wake to a flat on my thirty foot Holiday Travel Trailer.

So being resourceful I purchase a can of Fix-a-Flat and filled the original tire from 1971 on my traveling home, while Little Missy hunkered down for next leg and with some Zep in the Step I hit the road to Amarillo. About 60 miles down the road I decided to pull over and check the tires, after all they are almost 50 years old. Well…you got it the tire was smooooookin’ like it was on fire and whistling, so I put my ear close to the tire and listen it’s the valve stem. So I tap the valve stem and it’s inside shot out of the stem like a bullet. Well I get the last spare tire off the truck and replace it.


Now you may be wondering about the 50 year old tires, well they got put back on the trailer when I lost the hub. They were placed back on for balance reasons. Now I was once again unbalanced and as I was congratulating myself for making good time despite the setbacks when I hear a funny noise and look in the side mirror only to see a cloud of black dust flying through the air from the other nearly 50 year old tire turning into black powder. Once again I was pulling off the Historical Route 66 into Amarillo, this time I had to find a tire shop for a new tire. I find a tire shop and for another 100 bucks I was back on the road within an hour. I found a truck stop on 44 North, another TA.


Before spending the night in Amarillo I had to stop at the infamous Cadillac Ranch for a photo op with Wilson. We then made tracks to the truck stop to rest before heading to my next destination in a remote location for the current investigation in the Mortgage Field Service Industry. As I Headed towards Oklahoma City I saw what I thought was alkali on the soil as anything white on the dirt always indicated salt where I once called home. Always interested in dirt I decided to stop as I was no longer in arid climate and found myself in a state of disbelief that I was seeing salt or alkali residues. My disbelief was well founded as all the white was cotton. What’s that line??? I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore Toto….

With all the obstacles and events one would say perhaps I had made a poor decision. With that thought creeping into the canyons of my mind I decided to change my game plan and take Amarillo to my destination 800 plus miles without an overnight stay. So about twelve hours later Missy and I landed.
So now the acclimation process of a new time zone, new weather patterns & conditions, insects, plants…customs and of course the local foods and entertainment. The countryside is fantastic and I’m seriously jazzed and what lies ahead in the organic gardening realm. Where I will be setting up shop has plenty of trees which Missy will have plenty of birds to play with. I’ll be able to set up my wood and glass shop with room for a new studio for podcasts. New beginnings are always interesting.


Until Next Time…
Happy Gardening