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When I started this post I had to think back as to when I had last posted.  It was a few days before I went into heart surgery and although I have not re-read the post(yet…I will after I complete this blog post) I think I was very tired when I wrote it.  Of that I am almost positive because it seems to have been the subject of most of my complaints the last year or so at the very least and almost three years if we count the cancer treatments.

Boy,  what a turn of events.  I have five days of my life that I cannot account for.  Five days of rather life changing experiences of which I will never know.  I don’t get to experience the pain of the saw cutting into my  chest.   Not unlike the moose hunts of Alaska’s interior on the banks of the Koyukuk river in years past.  The doctors used an electric saw.  I used a hatchet and a hammer.  Both were quite effective.  I am glad my doctors choose the electric saw.  Hammer and hatchet would be a little messy.

Before I had surgery I was planning on attending my 40 year high school re-union.  After my heart operation I knew that I had to attend my forty year  re-union.  I had been given a second chance and I must  take advantage of this opportunity to relive past times and past friends.  Well,  I can say that the re-union was a wonderful evening of conversation, hugs, and laughter.  I shook hands with every one.  I was happy to see every one.  I think every one attending had a wonderful time.  I am sorry that many were unable to attend because of previous commitments.  Class of 1970 mark your calendar in the year 2015 same time and same place.  It was voted on and approved.  I look forward to it and I confess I most likely will have a little hand in it because my life long friend, Ruth Johnson,  volunteer to help coordinate the next reunion.  Hopefully she will do it all on her own but I am stating now that I am willing to help.  All you have to do is assign me a task.

I think … after I had a lot of time to consider the evening of the reunion the item that I lamented on the longest were the people that were not there.  I thought of the people who had made previous commitments.  I thought of the people that could not attend because of work commitments.  I thought of the people that had more important things to do.  Some of those important things would be living and making it.

Then there are those that attended despite the fact that life had not been kind.  We all have our stories.  I was saddened to hear of Arnie Van Voorst and his wife and the flood damage that they had sustained recently.  Not one mention came out of Arnie.  He was all smiles and laughs.  He always did have my respect because he was smarter than me.  I knew the first year that they moved to Inwood that Arnie was smart.  IT would appear that he is a hard worker as well.  He looked so healthy and happy.  I am glad for I would want it no other way.

I could go on and on about everyone I talked with on our forty year high school re-union.  I could possibly return to this subject again and again for my blog purposes.  One thing I do know is that the longer I wait the better the story will become.  I have always been one for a good story.

Comments (0) Sep 17 2010

On Sunday morning I was returning from a bass fishing trip in Decautor, Texas with friends that my wife and I had made when we last had a cruise out of Galveston, Texas in July of last year.  I had a great time.  I  enjoyed the banter amoung the camping fisherman. The eternal campfire was tended with respect and joy as it provided light, warmth, and sustenance for all who gathered around its inviting smokey glow.  It cooked up beans, bacon, onions, and chicken to suffice us until the bountiful harvest of the lake produced fresh bass, perch, and catfish.  Although the camp provided no ameneties other than the lake, fish, and dead wood no one in our camp mustered up nary a complaint.  It was all about the fishing, eating, and friends both old an new.

I was the oldster of the crew.  One member was a cohort in the same trucking company as the the friend that invited me and the last man was an entrepreneur of the housing market.  All were married and all were in their thirties with families.  One had nine children.  (Boy did I take a deep breath when I heard that one!)  The common link between us all was the fact that we were there.  I did not even grab a pole the whole time at the camp.  Between keeping the coffee percolator going and tending to the fire by gathering wood I managed to do very little else while continuing to have a good time watching the antics of good friends on a fishing trip.  Each had an embarrassing story to tell about each other.  Always the last topping the former.  Guffaws often turned to tears because our sides hurt from laughter and our smile muscles were getting a work out as well.

Because it is a natural camping area with out any services provided each participant brought a truck load of items.  In fact I ordered items from Cabela’s last evening just because of the fishing weekend.  One can never have enough cast iron when working around a fire pit.  It will be nice to have my ordered items for the Cub Scout crossover ceremony scheduled for the 14th of May upcoming.

The events of the last weekend gave me hope for the future.  It has been said that everyone needs something to look forward to. Always have a plan for the future.  Our family had a plan for this years vacation and it started the next day after our last cruise.  Now the new trip is planned and paid for through family involvement and self sacrifice.  I purchased the items from Cabela’s with a plan for the future.   Kellen’s Cub Scout crossover ceremony will only be one of many in the years to come.  I plan on being at every campout with cast iron in tow.  I also purchased the items for the next time that I go on a guerilla fishing trip in Decautor, Texas with my cruise friend, his cohort and the entrepreneur.  I have something to look forward to outside of family but still in a warm and fun atmosphere.  I think I finally found some Texas friends.  I am truly a lucky fellow.

Comments (0) Apr 14 2010

As is my habit I tend to read blogs and news articles during the early morning hours.  Recently,  I have been introduced to some bloggers from my home town that has broken me of the habit of  reading the headlines of the New York TImes.  Now I go to the glimpses of moments in time from other bloggers such as myself.  Often times these blogs evoke happy and sad moments.  The happy memories make you feel good and the sad memories are bad because it usually involves pain and suffering.  The latter is unavoidable,  using a blog to impart a feeling of loss or suffering is good therapy for the healthy contributor of the blog.  It is also good therapy for this reader.  At least that is my story and I am sticking to it.

Having met recently with a classmate I have been reticent to post on the meeting because of my inability to post pictures of the lunch date.  My wife is at CES(Consumer Electronics Show) in Las Vegas this week.  She is the webmaster in this blogger’s world so that is not going to happen until she gets back from Vegas,  but I am looking forward to posting the meeting and how much it meant to me to have been able to spend time with such a great couple.  I will save the gushing for the real post but suffice to say “ecstatic” only touches the tip of the bountiful harvest of feelings gleaned from the long awaited meeting.

But getting back to reading old blogs…The memories that these recent blog sites bring out in me when I am perusing their archives gives me fodder for future posts.  I certainly am not going to write about the early years since not much was said about those times.  Grandpa Erickson died before I was born and Grandpa Hage died when I was approaching 10 years of age.  No memories of them …really…?  Lots of Aunt and Uncle  memories.  I am thankful.  Cousins on both side of the tree are in abundance.  Farm life…oh yes!!  Looking back it was wonderful and I lived through it.  How …?  Lucky would be the first thing to come to mind.  Blessed is the last thing…I know!!!

I am slowly working towards some subjects that are of interest to me to add to my post count.  There are important people in my life that have made a difference to me.  None of the important people would be considered famous but that does not mean that they are of no less import.  I met a Supreme Court Justice in Juneau in 1973.  He was famous in Alaska.  Pretty good athlete but was on the way down hill physically.  You know the type… the body’s spirit was more than willing but the body’s engine had lost a lot of compression and  could not get a head of steam.  Even though he made court rulings and made an effect on the life of Alaskans he really had no effect on me.  Hmmm ..Let’s see…? slow, short and old?   I am now of that same condition albeit not short… he still has no effect on me other than to marvel that he was still “able” at his age.

So… maybe my life was not full of famous people…. do I consider it bad?  No!   Would I like to hang around Tiger Woods these days? He famous these days.  Not a chance!!   He didn’t do anything that I didn’t do or attempt to do.  I cheated on my first wife.  I spent twenty years hating myself.(so will Tiger!)  I made phone calls to women.!?  I stayed out late and partied!!  But I did not have children and I did not have any money.  Which,  in retrospect,  is probably why I did not do worse things.  It always cost more money than I had.   Mitch Album wrote a book about his meeting with a man who got old and died.  He spoke of the way that this man had lived his life and his involvement with that man.  The story brings out the good things in this not so famous man’s life.  That is what reading blogs is about for me.  Bringing out the good things on the not so famous.  I have lived a life that was full of bad things and I should have known better.  I had a lot of not so famous people to use as a guide.  Even though I choose a life that may have been less than stellar I had wonderful not so famous guides with which I could have used to guide me along the way.  It is with these memories that I will,  in future posts,  start writing about the guides in my life.  All of them are not famous but some of them may be infamous.  Time will tell,  when I write(read) them the “riot act”,  on my blog.  HA!

Comments (0) Jan 09 2010