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A Once in a Lifetime Journey

February 15, 2023

What happens when you neglect your blog? That “Visitors” number on the main page doesn’t increase very fast. Read on.

The Rufous Blogger’s Preamble

Recently I have seen Rufous Towhees feeding in my backyard, which reminded me I should start blogging again. So I decided to do a travel blog about our trip to Texas in September and October 2022 on the way to a reunion with our Texas family. The reunion was so much fun and gave the relatives (brother, sisters, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins) a chance to visit, and for the younger ones a chance to meet and get to know each other on my brother’s ranch. How often does that happen when you live far apart – it was an amazing experience, our once-in-a-lifetime event that our family will always remember!

The Important Stuff Is Always First!

In Journalism school I learned that the important stuff should always be in the beginning of your article. In this case, the important stuff is the family reunion in Texas and the trip to Texas, in that order. The trip was prompted by a strong desire to take everyone to Texas to see their relatives. However, at some point the trip planning kind of took over. Bottom line, I want my readers to know that the trip was accomplished – we got to Texas where everyone had a marvelous time at the reunion.

The Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How

My entire Oregon family went along on our marathon driving trek (in three cars) across a good part of the United States, about 2500 miles each way. Our daughter and our son and their kids, five grand-kids in all, went along for the ride. My wife was nice enough to drive and let me sit in the back seat and compile a travel log. Our oldest grandson rode shotgun for much of the trip and kept my wife company while she drove. I’ll spare you most of the boring travel details, where we stayed and the restaurants, but I will include some of the interesting things we saw and did along the way.

Randy Newman:  Sigmund Freuds Impersonation of Albert Einstein in America

I’d like to pause and give a shout-out to America. On our journey, we crossed several states, Oregon, Idaho, Nevada, Utah, New Mexico, Texas, Colorado, and Wyoming, and briefly skirted Arizona and Oklahoma. I’ve traveled a lot in my life, partly at my own expense, in the U.S. and Mexico, and partly on the Navy’s nickel (to Vietnam and Australia), so I appreciate what our world has to offer. I hear people brag about Europe, and it is a very interesting travel destination, but so is America. However, you need to be on the ground, not flying over it at 35,000 feet to really appreciate it.

Maps – Hotels – Restaurants – Rest Stops – Gas Stations – and Tourist Attractions

The previous heading is a snapshot of what we experienced. I give AAA credit for the maps, the triptiks they produced for us – full of very useful information needed for our trip.

The following is a “smidgen” of the text from a planning document I did for the trip. I created a Google Sheet with all the pertinent information for each hotel stop on our trip. Anyway, there were 5 legs, roughly 500 miles each (thanks to AAA), and I included the lodging information for each stopover. The Google Sheet was a handy way to update the document with any travel changes, and it made it easy to share the information online with everyone going on the trip.

Leg 1/Twin Falls, ID, 9/24-25: TownePlace Suites

2 Queen Beds: All rooms booked, as of 8/21/22, are with 2 Queen beds all in one room, with a pull out sofa in a separate sitting area (but same main room), $235.41 (inc. taxes) for each room for 1 night.

On Leg 6, after spending 2 days in the Amarillo Embassy Suites, we will be driving to Mound Creek Ranch to meet with the Texas family for the reunion.”

I mentioned that I would share some of the interesting things that we did along the way on our trip. We had heard that Zion National Park was worth a stop, so we stayed in Springdale, Utah for 2 days at a La Quinta Inn. We were within shuttle and walking distance from the main park entrance.

Really good Zion web site:

https://www.nps.gov/zion/index.htm

Suffice it to say, we checked out Zion thoroughly, hiking and enjoying the wonderful topography, as you can see in the Web pictures. I will probably add more about our travel adventures to this blog, but for now I’ll try to recreate the best part of this trip, which was our time spent at Mound Creek Ranch.

Mound Creek Ranch

We rolled into my younger brother’s ranch north of Houston in the late afternoon on Friday, September 30. Our cross-country trip had taken 6 days. We were warmly greeted by my brother and his wife. We went through the process of finding places to lay our road-weary heads that night, all 11 of us, six adults and five grand-kids. Not surprisingly, my brother had the accommodations figured out. We had a light meal and settled in for the night. The house my wife and I, my brother and his wife, and their two boys stayed in was very comfortable and interesting. Interesting because it was full of antique furniture that my brother and his wife had collected over the years. Every bed that we slept in was an antique bed. Waking up the next morning and watching that Texas sun rise and the cattle grazing in the distance was a great start to our first full day at Mound Creek.

My daughter and her gang – her husband, two daughters and a son – stayed in a house up the road aways from the Wilson house where we were. It was called the Wilson house because of the previous owners. After breakfast, next on the agenda was getting all the grand-kids on a horse. Before we left Oregon I had envisioned the kids getting a taste of what a working (and very successful) ranch was like. I was not disappointed – my brother spent time with each of the kids, going through the basics of mounting the horse and sitting in the saddle correctly, holding the reins, and directing the horse. They each had a turn at riding the horse. They loved it.

While the kids were learning horsemanship from my brother, the adults observed and took pictures from outside the corral. A quick note about Mound Creek Ranch. It’s large, about 800 acres, with ranch buildings for conducting business, and places to live, and a fishing lake, which the kids also got to enjoy. I’m very proud of my brother for his business savvy and his dedication to practicing good stewardship on his land.

After everyone had a chance to enjoy the pool at the main house, the first full day was capped off by a BBQ at Four Oaks, an area reserved for get-togethers and fun at Mound Creek. Our reunion group was not large, but it was a representation of our Oregon and Texas families, about 22 of us, plus the people, hand-picked by my brother, doing the cooking and serving the delicious food. We mainly talked, catching up on our lives since the last gathering, but we had horseshoes to toss and other games to play. As the Texas sun began to set, we headed back to get some rest. What a day it had been!

On Sunday, the second full day, it was time for the fish fry and more socializing at Four Oaks. Things were winding down, and we all knew it was almost time for some to say goodbye, not easy to do when you’re enjoying each other’s company. My two sisters and their significant others were leaving to go home as were my nephews and their families.

Willie Nelson:  On the Road Again

Time to Head Back Home

On Monday, it was time for the Oregon group (of 11) to sadly say their goodbyes and hit the road again. In planning the trip I asked AAA to do a different route for the return to Oregon trip, just for variety, and as it turned out the “high road” (up through Denver) was about 200 miles shorter. As you can imagine, having 500-mile (+ or -) made it easier to plan the hotel stops, although some of the stops I might not have selected, like Lamar, Colorado or Rawlins, Wyoming. However, I will say that we were able to find hotels that were clean, comfortable, and not too expensive on the entire trip.

A Mid-Course Adjustment

But before we left Texas, we made a minor adjustment to our travel plans for the group. My wife wanted to briefly visit her brother and sister-in-law in Houston, and the rest of the group wanted to go through Waco to visit the Magnolia Market, you know the one publicized on the Chip and Joanna Gaines TV show. So on Monday, my wife and I went to Houston, enjoying our short visit in Houston with relatives, home-cooked pasta, and relaxing moments around a swimming pool. The next morning it was time to hit the road again and head for Wichita Falls, our next stop. The plan was to meet up there with my son’s family and my daughter’s family. We stayed in a La Quinta Inn. As you might expect, considering we had been on our trip for about 10 days, sightseeing was a lower priority. Although I considered visiting Sheppard Air Force Base in Wichita Falls because I’m a “plane freak” (actually, I’m also a “train freak”, be sure you visit the California State Railroad Museum if you’re in Sacramento, well worth the visit to an amazing slice of America’s train history).

Just a Few Travel Notes

I promised that I wouldn’t belabor you with travel notes, so I’ll try to bring this epic blog to an epic conclusion, with only one or two (or three) sightseeing comments. On the outbound trip (to Texas) we stayed two nights in an Embassy Suites in Amarillo, Texas, partly because I love their full breakfast that is included in the cost of your room and partly because Palo Duro Canyon is less than an hour’s drive from Amarillo. Palo Duro Canyon is not as impressive as the Grand Canyon but it is pretty cool and worth a stop. Take plenty of water if you visit in the warmer months. I already mentioned Zion National Park, but Antelope Canyon, which is nearby, is beautiful (Google it and check out the pictures).

What have I left out? Wind turbines, I have a gym friend in Portland who wrote a book about energy, Fueling America, an Insider’s Journey by Jack Kerfoot). I did some editorial work on the book. It’s a very thought-provoking book in which Jack discusses energy issues in our world from an expert’s perspective. Anyway, since I wasn’t driving on the way back to Portland I could pay attention to the scenery and things of interest such as wind turbines. I was astounded by the number of states that have a lot of wind turbines. Every now and then, as we rode along, a tractor-trailer truck hauling a wind turbine component would pass us on the interstate. Up close the support columns look huge.

What’s Left – the Two  R’s

That’s about it for this traveler’s epistle, except for the two R’s I mentioned in my previous heading. Several people in our itinerant group needed gluten-free food, and some of us had GF apps on our phones to help us locate the right places to eat on our journey. If you are in Oregon, we recommend Rooster’s in Pendleton, just off I-84. Rooster’s has a good GF menu. In Springdale, Utah you might want to try Oscar’s Cafe on the main drag in “Zionville”. We ate there twice.

Did I mention “rest stops” – very important on long trips when you’ve been hydrating, especially important for us older types whose bladders are not suited for long trips. We learn to  pay attention to the signs that say, “Next rest stop 52 miles”. The rest stops themselves vary widely. Some of  them are quite nice with historical or informational displays about the region and rest rooms that are roomy and clean. We also bought very artistic American Indian jewelry at one or two of them.

The final comment is in two parts – one, take time to visit and enjoy America by car in a leisurely fashion, and two, take time to visit your families and friends who might be far away.

Photos

Please enjoy these photos of the many that we took on our trip.

Our first major tourist stop on the Texas trip

As you can see, Zion is very popular.

A stream in the main park

Oh deer!

My son and his family on the Watchman Trail.

Trails abound at Zion, of varying difficulty as you might like.

This heron was not perturbed by human presence.

Taking advantage of the beautiful light.

Near Amarillo, another major tourist stop, Cadillac Ranch

Imagine this . . .

We brought our spray paint, the kids had a blast.

Oh, did I mention it’s on historic Route 66?

Hats off to Texas DOT, nice rest stop!

A grandkid, getting his riding lesson!

Such a good brother, teaching the kids horsemanship!

Couldn’t resist this picture with an Oregon beer sign and the other signs

Another grandkid, getting her riding lesson!

Where it all happened!

Wyoming was well worth visiting!

No words needed!

Gas prices in Texas are the best.

Silos and gardens in Waco, Texas

My Mom’s Blog

May 14, 2017

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom, in remembrance of you on this day!

Just a photo or two or three and some music to honor my Mom, that’s all.

A few notes about the music and photos. My Mom was buried in Liberty, Texas. I was able to honor her with a visit in 2015. The bird is the Varied Thrush. It represents my beautiful Mom, because I couldn’t find a good picture of her to share with you. The music is totally random but music that I thought was appropriate to express my feelings about her. The Glen Miller piece was from her era. He died in 1944. She died in 1964. Listen at your leisure to the music as I did when I was putting this together.

It was good to visit Mom's grave.

It was good to visit Mom’s grave.

Glenn Miller: Big Band (swing)

Stevie Wonder: You are the Sunshine of My Life
Norman Greenbaum: Spirit in the Sky

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Varied Thrush

Lion King soundtrack: The Circle of Life

Vangelis: The Tao of Love

I miss you, Mom!

Welcome to 2017

January 7, 2017

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True to form, I’m six days late getting this new blog done – oh, by the way, Happy New Year!

“I’m your Uncle Ernie, and I welcome you to Tommy’s Holiday Camp . . . never mind the weather, when you come to Tommy’s, the holiday’s forever! WELCOME!!!” (excerpt from Tommy)

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The Who: Tommy’s Holiday Camp

A Musical Interlude

If you have headphones, you might want to use them.

I guess the inspiration for this bit of creativity would be receiving a Christmas gift from my wife, who is a very creative gift giver – a turntable. The size of a small suitcase and portable enough to take over to family or friends’ gatherings so that we can bore them with music almost half a century old. In this box of records – vinyl LPs, what a concept – was music that I had not listened to in a long, long time, and quite a variety.

The Who: Overture, Tommy

Just to name a few oldies but goodies

Tommy was released in two versions, the original version that I’m including and a second version that was produced with the London Symphony. I didn’t find that one, although it’s probably out there. I had a lot of classical LPs in the box, including some Bach and Vivaldi played by Julian Bream and George Malcom. I put that one on when I got up this morning. Some real oddities like Firesign Theatre (Waiting for the Electrician or Someone Like Him) and The Monkees. Actually, the Monkees aren’t an oddity, I remember taking my daughter to see them perform in Dallas, Texas in the 80’s. Also in the box are some lesser known jazz groups like Weather Report and Chick Corea and some of my favorites, a 4-record album Wings Over America (Paul McCartney) and Chicago (of course).

The Who: Pinball Wizard, Tommy

Millennials vs. Boomers Defined

The blog idea that struck me was exploring musical taste according to generations or age groups. I thought I should include music from my generation (Boomer) and also Millennials. Obviously the first problem was what music I should include. Not exactly sure why I chose to focus on Tommy for Boomer music, but it was always a favorite.

In doing some research I found a site, cheezburger.com, just scroll down under Beyoncé to the long list of music (pardon all the ads and other distractions). Interesting to note how much “Boomer” music is listed in first 20 of the “top 500” songs.

OK, just for the record “Millennials” were born in 1982 up to 20 years or so after, “Boomers” were born 1946 to 1964.  I consider myself a Boomer (sounds cool) although technically I’m in the Greatest Generation because I was born in 1945. Those born before 1946 are referred to as the “Greatest Generation” (according to Tom Brokaw). Someone dubbed Millennials as “the next great generation”, no argument there, just ask a Millennial. Sorry for getting down in the weeds, time to get back to music and pictures.

A Few Pictures

No surprise I’m including some new Rufous-sided Towhee pictures, but also a few other bird species. The doves I don’t see that often, but they’re beautiful, as are the Flickers.

The Who: Sparks, Tommy

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You Thought I’d Forget, Eh!

OK, I was totally non-plussed to decide on my “Millennial” music, but here it is. I found a couple of versions of Rachel Platten’s song, “Fight Song” and decided I liked the acoustic version better.  I think you’ll like the music no matter  how old you are.

Rachel Slatten: Fight Song

A Pictorial and a Musical Finish

One long song by The Who and one photo of my son and I looking west, think of it (symbolically) as a sunset. By the way, there are absolutely no political reasons for my choosing the last Tommy song.

The Who: We’re Not Gonna Take It, Tommy

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Dad and Son

A quote to start the new year:

Bill Vaughn
“An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.”

Click here for more BrainyQuotes to pick and choose from.

What Happened at Crystal City? (Part II)

May 9, 2016

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Gospodor Monument

Note about the pictures and the music: One of the structures in the monument represents the Holocaust, which seemed to be an appropriate photo for this blog. Please Google Gospodor Monument for more information. The picture in Part I, if you’re still curious about it, will eventually be explained. I guess I’ve always had The Police song on my favorites list, and one day while I was swimming laps I decided it was a good choice for this blog. Did I hear someone say “what an understatement”!
The Police: Every Breath You Take

Introduction to Part II

Giving the appropriate credits and attributions is always a necessary part of what I write about in my blog. Without good sources for information and inspiration, the creation process would be much harder if not impossible. One of my sources is a book by Jan Jarboe Russell, The Train to Crystal City, published in 2015 by Scribners, A Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. I will annotate any direct quotes with her name in this and any succeeding installments. Other credits will be included as needed.

The Five W’s and the H

I highly recommend Jan Russell’s book. The following synopsis comes from Amazon where I bought my copy.

“During World War II, trains delivered thousands of civilians from the United States and Latin America to Crystal City, Texas. The trains carried Japanese, German, and Italian immigrants and their American-born children. The only family internment camp during the war, Crystal City was the center of a government prisoner exchange program called ‘quiet passage’. Hundreds of prisoners in Crystal City were exchanged for other more ostensibly important Americans—diplomats, businessmen, soldiers, and missionaries—behind enemy lines in Japan and Germany.”

Jan Jarboe Russell focuses on two American-born teenage girls, uncovering the details of their years spent in the camp; the struggles of their fathers; their families’ subsequent journeys to war-devastated Germany and Japan; and their years-long attempt to survive and return to the United States, transformed from incarcerated enemies to American loyalists. Their stories of day-to-day life at the camp, from the ten-foot high security fence to the armed guards, daily roll call, and censored mail, have never been told.

Combining big-picture World War II history with a little-known event in American history, The Train to Crystal City reveals the war-time hysteria against the Japanese and Germans in America, the secrets of FDR’s tactics to rescue high-profile POWs in Germany and Japan, and above all, ‘is about identity, allegiance, and home, and the difficulty of determining the loyalties that lie in individual human hearts’ (Texas Observer).”

Most of us older types and others, perhaps younger history buffs, know about the internment camps that existed during the war, on the west coast and other locations. Manzanar in California is the one that I remember. However, Crystal City was the only family internment camp during World War II. I’m including a Wikipedia link. Be sure to check it out. Wikipedia has included a very interesting map and photos. The number of locations is kind of mind-blowing.

Also, the following caption from a photo in the Wikipedia piece is interesting and ironic.

“The 442nd Regimental Combat Team, which was composed primarily of Japanese Americans, served with uncommon distinction in the European Theatre of World War II. Many of the U.S. soldiers serving in the unit had families who were held in concentration camp in the United States while they fought abroad.”

More to come in Part III. Read the book if you get a chance.

Two parting quotes

The first quote is off-topic but appropriate for the holiday (May 8), and the other quote is on-topic and also very good.

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers. Rudyard Kipling
The vote is the most powerful instrument ever devised by man for breaking down injustice and destroying the terrible walls which imprison men because they are different from other men. Lyndon B. Johnson

 

What Happened at Crystal City? (Part I)

April 25, 2016

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What is It?

Journalism 101

  • What’s the hook?
  • Five W’s and the H
  • The Inverted Pyramid

As Journalism majors in college, we learned that these were the basic requirements of every good news story. The hook was what grabbed your reader’s attention and made them want to continue reading your story. The five W’s and the H were basic components of what happened – who (was involved), what (happened), where (it happened), when (it happened), why (it happened), and how (it happened). These elements weren’t always clearly defined, but they were a good starting point for a reporter who was gathering the facts. The inverted pyramid meant composing the story with the most important facts at the top, in case your reader lost interest before finishing the story.

Time Travel Back to World War II

Back in Time (from Back to the Future Soundtrack)

OK, so picture yourself as a reader of a newspaper story during World War II. Actually, as an aside, let me divert from the main point of this blog. Like many bloggers, I’m opportunistic – I see and hear something, and I get an idea for a blog. Beyond that, it’s a matter of putting it all together. Some ideas and projects obviously require more time to research and figure out, “America’s Social Ills” for example is one on my list. Also, I get ideas from people that I talk to, at the gym or other places – sometimes I think people who go to gyms (myself included) spend more time talking than working out. A classic example, is a conversation I had about Crystal City, Texas.

I was at the gym when I met Luis (not his real name), an older fellow like me. I noticed that he had a very unusual walking stick. I suppose that’s a sign of aging, my fascination with walking sticks. Anyway, I learned that he once lived in Crystal City, Texas.

Note:
Crystal City is a city in and the county seat of Zavala County, Texas. The population was 7,446 in 2013, and it has an area of about 3.6 square miles. It is 116 miles southwest of San Antonio.

Luis lived there during WWII when an internment camp was there. He was very young at the time, but the stories about the camp and the evidence of its existence remained long after it closed. He told me about it.

You’ve probably figured out the “hook” for this blog, but you’ll have to wait for the next installment to get more details about Crystal City. Trust me, you’ll find it very interesting and shocking.

December 7, 1941

December 8, 2014

It was a humbling experience, standing there looking out over Pearl Harbor where it all happened on December 7, 1941, where over 2400 American servicemen died and 1,178 were wounded. Here’s the Wikipedia link if you’re interested:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attack_on_Pearl_Harbor

A bit of back-story on why I was there on December 7, 1996.

I had flown to Honolulu the day before with friends, actually teammates, who were all part of Team in Training that raised money for the Leukemia Society (now called Leukemia & Lymphoma Society). We all raised money and trained for weeks and weeks to run the marathon in Honolulu. For me, because I’m a runner and because my mom died of Leukemia when I was 19, it was the right thing to do. I was honoring her memory. After we checked into our hotel in Waikiki on December 6, Quentin, the runner sharing a hotel room with me and I talked it over and decided to spend our free day before the marathon at Pearl Harbor.

Every year Honolulu honors the Pearl Harbor casualties with a dockside memorial service in front of the museum. If you go there, you should go to the museum and take the tour out to the Arizona site. Along the dockside were tripods set up with a wreath and the picture and name of the honoree. There was an informal service. I don’t remember for sure, but I think there were about 20 people being honored. Then we took the launch out to the site of the U.S.S. Arizona (BB-39). Right next to the partially submerged battleship was a memorial with all the names of the Arizona servicemen who died inscribed on a stone monument. Regardless of how you feel about war and the results of war, it’s hard not to be moved by visiting Pearl Harbor.

Although running the Honolulu marathon the next day was a bit anticlimactic after the Pearl Harbor tour, everyone on the Team in Training team finished the marathon and had a great time celebrating afterwards.

Gibbs’s Rules, Rule #11

July 17, 2014

Gibbs’s Rules would be from my favorite TV show, NCIS, which like MASH did, has survived for many, many seasons. I figure that counts for something. Maybe the Gibb’s Rules (use the link below for the actual rules and what episodes they appeared in) are just my segue into doing this post. Basically, I’m trying to go public with my blog. I figure, it’s time to see what the world thinks of my writings and get some feedback, eh!

Gibbs’s rule #11 says, “When the job is done, walk away.” That has absolutely no relevance to this post, except to say – my contention is there are no rules in blogging. Why would there be? Why should there be? Look at my blog, look at anyone else’s blog. This should illustrate my point that there are no rules in blogging. Go see for yourself, the infinite variety of topics, styles, colors, bad writing, good writing, business and professional blogs, blogs about someone’s cat or dog or their boa constrictor. I used to find the blogs about pets annoying until I realized I was just as guilty given that I had eulogized my own recently departed pet, Morty. Someone close to me commented that one of my blog posts was weird or crazy, something like that. But you see, that’s my whole point. Your own blog can be weird or crazy, talk about and show pictures of your pets, dazzle people with how slick your blog is, or how good your writing is. In short, the world of blogging is without limit, which is why I love it. And besides, it’s the poor man’s self-publishing platform.

Gibbs’s Rules

Lucky Gets Lucky

March 26, 2013

Sometimes, it’s just plain luck or timing that saves the moment. That’s the way it was that sultry, summer day in the river bottoms of southeast Texas. It started out peaceful enough, just a bunch of Boy Scouts on a field trip. Many of us, as you might expect from kids growing up in a small, one-horse town where the only source of amusement was a single indoor theater, a drive-in theater, and a couple of drive-ins (more like “drive-arounds”) with carhops no less, were lovers of nature.

At one point, there was also a bowling alley, but that burned to the ground a few years after it was built.

But it was a lucky day, especially for “Lucky”, the squirrel. But I’m getting a little ahead of my story. If you’ve spent any time in the Texas woods, you know about the snakes. Yessir, enough to make any Freudian fool giggle with delight, or a person with snake phobias might just lie in bed on sleepless nights with cold beads of sweat on their brow.

Go figure how a Cottonmouth Water Moccasin weighing several pounds could climb high up in an Oak tree, nary a branch to be found close to the ground, climb into a squirrel’s nest, grab him for lunch, and bail.

WHOOOMPPPHH!!!

That was the sound we heard or something like that. Up until that moment, we were just walking through the woods appreciating nature and horsing around. Many of us knew about the snakes in the river bottoms, although our relationships with the creatures were often punctuated by looking down the barrel of a .22 caliber rifle and pulling the trigger. As I was saying, there wasn’t much to do in Liberty, so you invented your own entertainment, often at the expense of the wildlife.

But let’s get back to Lucky who at the moment is being eaten for lunch. With part of his body already in the snake’s mouth, he was starting to get a bit anxious, given the fact that this was not his idea. Scoutmaster Bill took out his machete and ended the snake’s lunch and life by removing his head. You could almost hear a sigh of relief as we removed the living, breathing squirrel from the snake’s mouth, or more accurately removed the severed head from the squirrel.

Duly named “Lucky” the squirrel lived out his remaining years at the home of the scoutmaster.