Posted by: nativeiowan | September 25, 2018

2018 v9.3olfartfunngames

Where are we… Golly! I think its September, almost October. Damn! Where did all the fun go? Time flies when you’re having fun, and time has flown.

I started this last Sunday, five days ago…

A luvely, warm, spring afternoon.

Got a lot going on. Hans is showing up sometime today. Invited him to come for beer, beast n beans. Beans on the stove. Beast soaking in oil n salt n pepper. Beer? Yes, please, thanks.

This life as a retired olfart is rather demanding.

One of things I have written about in the recent past is the amount of walking we do here. We do several klicks/ miles of walking most days. We walk to check on the herd, open and close gates, fetch various n sundry from any one of the four storage sheds. When we fence we walk the same fence-line numerous times dragging out wire, tensioning, pounding staples in, etc. We’ve laid over 2ks, over a mile of fence since we moved in.

The walking has made me very happy and much healthier than I was before we started this farming-stuff.

Today Joe decided we’d go up the hill and see what we can see. We took the 4×4 buggy out the back way and drove it a-ways uphill before we had to abandon it. The hill was simply too steep. So we shut the buggy off and started climbing.

I would rate the grade at an average of at least 45 degrees and maybe as steep as 60 degrees in some places. It is grass covered rubbly ground. Small rocks, larger mini boulders make for difficult treading. Like walking on marbles.

So we trudge n slip up hill. I pant and blow and suck wind like a wheezy bellows. We take numerous breaks. Climb a bit, pant n enjoy the view, climb a bit more.

As I age I spend a lot of time in the past. I spend a lot of time recalling times past. Recollecting and remembering in a nostalgic manner. And I do recall a time when I could trot up hills like this without getting winded. Without panting and puffing and nursing my bum knee.

I remember a chilled spring morn in North East Iowa trekking cross country with Hal Rowe. Covering mega-miles through country side to reach the bluffs that make that region famous. Then climbing up and down the bluffs all day. Exploring and enjoying the world as a youthful, uninjured, unimpaired guy.

We were young and beautiful those days. Still immortal, still bullet-proof.

Not any more. I’m over 60, Joe is over 70. When Hal and I trekked across NE Iowa in 1978/79 we were still babes. My recollection of that day so many years ago has no reference to pain or anxiety or being out of breath.

I think of that day as I hang on a small tree and pant. I lean on my walking stick and feel the sweat drip down my neck. The sun is warm, the air is cool, I am sweating. The climb up thus far has been difficult going. We’re only about half way and I am thinking this was not a smart idea, no, this climbing up n up n up may have been less than a stellar decision.

But we can’t go down the way we came. Its too steep. It is steep enough to be treacherous and though my old knees do the uphill thing reasonably, well the downhill gig is foolish at best.

So we rest a bit, enjoy the view and move on. Climb a 100 paces or so and pause, catch my breath, move on.

A fair amount of evidence of deer hanging around here. You can see their trails, note their scat and find the occasional rub or dig. Same with the kangaroo. Though their traces are smaller.

We summit and find a higher hill to our west and hear the cows down below to our east. Prudence guides us over toward the farm.

We started this enterprise following the advice from the previous owner. She had said that there was a road along the boundary line. We’d started this trek aiming to find said ring-road. Now we obviously did not find the said road on the outset of this adventure but once we gained the summit and explored a bit we indeed found the road. It started up hill from the opposite side as we started out on. Which meant we had easy going down hill.

So we look around. Find the boundary fence. Note the “almost service road” beside it.

It has been a few years since anyone has been up here.

This area is not very useful for our farming purposes. There is little feed for the live stock. Mostly woodlands. Good habitat for for many a’ species. We’ll leave it be. Save it as a nature preserve.

Its main magnificence is the God-given view that allows one to see well out to sea. I check and note 1600ft altitude.

Since that day we have done a mountain of work here on the farm.

And life is very good.

I am enjoying the farming soooo much that I have not been watching the Bluewz/newz.

I recall a while back the New York Times published an anonymous letter tot the editor.

I thought that this was a low, even for the NYT.

Now a lady decides the Justice nominate Kavanagh jumped on her when they were high school kids.

OK, sure, abuse is abuse no matter how old, but, please, lets allow some common sense into the room.

I’m not going to make a case but the fact that a) an anonymous op-ed/ opinion is not newz or even worthy of print. And b) a 35 yr old childhood situation does not belong in the arsenal of politics.

All I can say is “Wake UP”.

And I just luv the idea that all white men are guilty of being white men who protect white men.

Their accusers appear to me to be made up of a large percentage of white women.

Can I just say “Fuck OFF”.

You don’t know me. Don’t judge me. It really pisses me off. Is the world’s general population that fucking stupid to fall into childish generalizations and stereotyping?

And the beat goez onnnnn…


Posted by: nativeiowan | September 13, 2018

2018 v9.takingastandangainstgroupthought

I am going to take stand here. A stand that will undoubtedly catch flak…

I’m taking a stand against group-thought.

As I look around me I see more and more group-thought-processing. And I doubt people really understand what I mean. It’s a small thing that becomes a big thing when we aim to suppress thought or speech that is disagreeable to me or my “group”.

And I think such is cancerous.

I think of niece of mine. Hers is a multiracial family. A while back we were discussing the erroneous thought that young black males are 4000% more likely to be shot by police than young white males. The facts are clear on this topic, and we talked it through shared info and agreed on the facts. Yet my dear niece stated that she “can’t say that in public”. Basically, I interpret this as her saying her group-thought-process wont allow the facts to be raised.

So sad.

Group thought comes in many forms and shapes and sizes. Group thought is part and parcel to our communal conditioning. Our societal indoctrination.

Again, sad… yet required in many ways.

But I hear my faithful readers ask what prompted this verbiage, this missive from the proclaimed centrist…

I was involved in an online discussion which started with this post:post9:1

OK… allow me to voice my concerns… The post starts in a group-thought-leading manner. How can anyone dare stand up and disagree with an opener like this? You’d have to be stupid to think climate change is NOT man-made. You’d have to be “one of those” … and even as one of those, you are required to have a heart and “take action”…

I know I am being simplistic but I fear the facts show that climate change is the norm of nature and that its been taking place much longer than mankind has been attempting to interfere.

I just watched an interesting discussion on “The Bolt Report” with Ian Plimer.

Well worth hearing what this guy has to say.

So, like I said… I know I am being simplistic but I fear the facts show that climate change is the norm.

And, of course, mankind does interfere with nature. We produce heat in many ways. Enough heat in a small space can change the immediate climate. Consider a green house. A basic definition of changing climate for a need or want or by accident.

Our many herds of domestic animals produce heaps of body-heat and methane.

All the concrete we lay for roads and parking lots and bike paths and basketball courts all absorb heat and retain such for slow dissipation, which does indeed affect the climate of that immediate location.

Air-conditioners roar on roof tops and create loads of heat.

I know a highway near me where tens of thousands of cubic meters of vegetation has been ripped up in order to create a better road system. Trading the cooling effect of vegetation and shade for concrete.

But the comments as posed in the referenced post are exclusive. Designed to attract those who agree and repulse dissenters.

Kinda a definition of group-thought, me thinks… attract like-minded and reject dissenters.

This post I take exception to…

  1. It starts in an accosting manner. This starts challenging anyone to argue with the fact that a) climate change exists, and b) climate change is not man-made. It presupposes that anyone reading this agrees initially and primarily with both a) and b). And if you do you not, you are still promoted to take action.
  2. It states “Solomon Islands Fact File”… I must ask what and where is this “fact file”? Who manages it? What facts does it file? But by gratis of its title the weight of the comment is worth more than, say,  if its publisher was the National Inquirer or the Solomon Star. It is misleading.
  3. On checking I find the Solomon Islands Fact File is a FB page. I can’t see who operates the page but I suspect it to be the SIVB.
  4. This particular posts states as fact that “five islands have disappeared under water”. The five islands named are “Kakatina, Kale, Rapita, Rehana and Zollies”.
  5.  I find that this is a 2016 story which was picked up by a number of press-services. Now it resurfaces in a 2018 fact file.
  6. As near as I can determine, Kakatina is indeed underwater but I can’t tell what historic elevation was. Kale is listed as being at 10m elevation. If in recorded history, this island is noted as being 10m high, well hell, once it has disappeared underwater we’d all have noticed. Rapita is the same, it’s listed as being at 15m elevation. Rehana I can find no reference to. Zollies I cannot find refs.
  7. Indeed, names and such may make my search ineffective but I can see where this report came from, note it is not current and perhaps was never really news, but rather views, observations and opinions of a scholarly kind.
  8. For every published disappearing island report there are published reports of islands growing naturally. A casual search of “Pacific islands growing not shrinking” offers a lot to read through. A quick look and I find a 2018 report… 
  9. I have no real horse in this race. Other than considering myself a thoughtful and informed person, I work hard at sifting fact from the fiction. If I find something questionable, I question it. And I hate the smell of sensationalistic reporting.
  10. My alarms rang when I read this article. It was too cute.  And I tend to call BullShit. As much as I call group-think.
  11. It is my opinion, and the way this started is wrong… its insulting to think everyone must think the same. The attitude of the article rubbed me wrong… how dare any one disagree… “Even if (as some believe) climate change is not man-made” … sure, lay down the gauntlet and challenge anyone to argue with the group-agreed-thought… and then… “perhaps we can take action to reduce its tragic impact.”
  12. It’s not that I do not think the rise in sea levels in some areas is a problem, nor that erosion on many islands is a problem, nor that certain factors lead to islands growing as well as shrinking. I am just against sensationalistic reporting and group-agreed-thought.
  13. I have had a good look at the report which initiated this “news article” …
  14. I note they state  “(5%–95% uncertainty range about the projections) “.
  15. And such made me laugh. Sure, base you decisions in life, your judgment of others and your moral code on less than factual reports found on a “fact page”.

Go team go…


Posted by: nativeiowan | September 8, 2018

2018 v9.1

First week of September behind us.

Been busy.

What with family n farm’n n general fun… well hell, been busy.

As I write this I am watching school boy rugby in Brisbane. An over cast, rainy day. Perfect day for rugby.

Some Picts from the first week of the ninth month…

Ollie found an echidna the other day… Echidnas are like porcupines, also known as spiny ant eaters.

Spent a week trying to revive the battery for the Shelby… didn’t work. Ended up buying a new one.

After almost a year of shame and embarrassment I fixed the Bimota. Dropped it and snapped the mirror. Felt terrible about dropping such an exotic bike. My catholic sense of guilt required a long penance.Cooked a killer mess of beans n veggies n beast this week. Fed the household for a couple days.

My deregure on the farm…

taking steps to get my fire arms licence…

The sunny side of the farm…


more battery fun n games….

more later

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 22, 2018

2018 v8.fullmoonrising

After a few weeks of travel I am back on the farm. It’s really nice. Very nice. Tres nice. Muy nice.

Its winter here, the dry season. And things are dry. But here in Morosa Valley we have water running through the property. Though the water table is down its still good here. I don’t think water is a problem on this property. Time will tell.

The lush resources of this valley offers good habitat to a multitude of birds, a family of grey kangaroos and a number of deer. I have not seen the deer but their evidence is easy to find. As things get dryer I see the greys more. Hanging around the water courses where the vegetation is still fresh and young and green. I have not seen any snakes but they ahve to be here. Its Aussie bush, there must be snakes. The birds are all over the place…

A big bird of prey, yet to be identified, has  a nest in the big bunya pine. I have seen one frog mouth up close and another from a distance. Cranes and herons and ibis are common in the marshland. Ducks of varying colour are also common. The resident pair of plovers are fun to interact with. As are the shrikes and fan tails and, my personal favourite, the big Kookaburras.

Kookaburras will let you get quite close. Regal yet friendly. Very cool to interact with.

One of the things I very much enjoy is talking to the fauna I encounter during my daily walks. Of course, the cattle and I have long conversations. The small ones smile and communicate openly. the matronly cows are friendly but terribly distrustful. Barney the bull is in his own testosterone fueled world. Leave him a lone and he’ll leave you alone.

My favourite conversationalists in the wild are undoubtedly the birds. If you know the language of birds most of the mysteries of the outdoors are exposed. I recall a luvely bit of prose my buddy WE wrote on this topic… I’m sure he wont mind if I dig up the link…

This afternoon I was out chatting with nature… I walk about a kilometer back into the property to visit Barney and the ladies…ZD%5kmsFT2m4qweDlVpjFg They are in the back 40 where there is more water and greener, sweeter grass.

It’s a very nice walk over uneven ground and past a couple spring-fed ponds, along a luvely flowing creek, through open, well used land.

I encounter numerous birds. Startle and flush the ducks when I noisily stumble up to one of the springs. The air is dusty and dry. My lips are cracked, my face feels freeze-dried.

The cattle take little notice of me. I do a head count and wander back toward the house.

In the back yard a big kookaburra obviously is looking for attention. He moves twice to stay in front of me. I whistle and chat attempting to glean his motives, understand his message… JY6h3yZmTPWMbUs3Xh+vwwHe does not look big here but they are impressively large birds.

He was, i think, showing off. I didn’t get any special message with deep meaning.

And that’s OK, life is still grand.

The other day, Monday, I went to the stock sale in Woodford. I wanted to see what the market for livestock was doing. I noticed this very cool rig: Sc8N3G2eT7mn3b%ObO1zpw look closely: Two cages with dogs under the truck, two horses saddled and ready to go, two large rather feral looking cows… This guy is a mobile drover. Call him up and he’ll come out to your ranch and use his dogs and horses to muster and load your wild livestock, and deliver them to the sale yard. I thought this was way cool.

I was/am quite amazed that in this dry weather a perfect bird-of-paradise flower would bloom in the yard… kTX1crJ7Td2i56JDAG%Wrg

What else… been so long and so much has happened…

The GumBall rally was a gas. Not that I’m going to look forward to and anticipate my next GBR, no but then it is a drivers wet dream well worth the while. I enjoyed the hell of it… And to my surprise, Grace had a ball as well. She enjoyed the driving and the people and the stress… it was a gas…

Gracie at our favourite pub in London. Great fish n chips so lunch there several days… note the white bracelet… identifies Gracie as a “Driver” in the rally…KPlBAkYHRLe1L3BfjQp2%g

Not that its meaningful but the idea that this gal from remote North Choiseul teamed up with an Iowa courty boy and can now claim being a Gumballer… well thats just plain sexy… VZwMu67NSeeJBXqo6qeC4g

Day one, on the way to the start line…47bg%NpESf2Z7YzcGgcF6A

Day 1… RS6 V8 biturbo… nice car but a rental and not very “tight”…7fkEZSBwR4GEzWikrK2n7g

Chantilly, France…RhpMp8PuSSKTMNTX0zFw%w


Morning #3, Milano…LudN%w8ATIuvCgau4y1UBA

Noting the rich and famous… Eve with hubby – senior GBaller- Max Cooper…k8ZVMux9TAC8k8SPB8Tacg

There was a lot cool about the European side of things. Europe is cool, but it’s also easy. Even if english is not the first language a bit of “je ne parle pas” gets you a long way. Most days we were too tired to do much other than close the day, eat some room service and catch a few short hours of sleep. The days were long. The map here shows straight lines but the rally took you through country side and to very cool way-points…1gbrThis route claims 991 miles… the rally would have been close to twice the distance. And considering that we (most the rally-ers) spent long periods of time lost, off the track, confused, frustrated, etc… the distance was long and hard to negotiate.


In Japan the level of difficulty rose – in fact it went through the roof. Our first day was in fact an easy drive from Osaka to Kyoto. Not much more than 100 miles.

We got terribly confused, hopelessly lost, in a land where we could not ask for directions, and were lucky to limp back “home” at all. This shows us about 100 miles north and west of where we needed to be, and literally driving in circles… 3gbr The day took 8 hours of hard-driving through totally indecipherable terrain. I eventually dead reckoned and got to Kyoto using old style map reading techniques. It was tough.

But the stops were great and the social side of things very cool…LS6PyLjsQ2qkg7I7o04b4w

Of course Grace made friends where ever she went…Dm36Q35FQbWQiijbIPFXgAdR5zKwqlTJCwrt+KdCJPFw

Next to the shitty orange jag we hired in Japan… Dog of a car…q14AcN92SR+rVPSMu+LPGATmDYJv4YQp+QX0axNp6V5g

Very hard to navigate by road signs…NGZH%utESV6kThHMmVAabout 10% of the signs were in english… some undecipherable, some not…cYS4q18hSeSVObJHn4K53woYknbIrzRkqeRN4wU4waHN2rOeYSFST1LCYmTB8oAgAwJfxnESTOr58D8T52JxANvJPN1OcRm2JkZsHzGaVHQWe spent at least an hour lost in Tokyo. Drove past but could not find the off-ramp to the hotel no less than 3 times.

But all is well that ends well… a bowl of green tea when we get to our hotel in Nanao…0X6Bm6LXRLOK47jKW%t46QNUq9oZ1xSmqqRo+FVbphGw

And we dress traditionally for a japanese banquet…LqSvcQjJRoW0tmb0oZ9eyAxOUvXSCgT8aJFK6ratLYBA

Check out the menu for that eve… All very, very good…shFjVGpYSE62np3OMDgcaw

These two guys were life savers. Our onboard GPS simply did not work. Kumar and Captain let us follow them the last 2 days of driving. And were great company. My big thanks for their positive energy.+HjWPduXQWilKJ3csRo4ugEbX3eHrgQoi+nyo72Arlxg

We like Japan a lot…C3f0jNEmRGiLjbNy6aewKw

And cool people to meet… Adien Brody, “The Pianist”.ER92qFGsQUOG7nbjhPhF+gV92fNd0PQEmvRDiEMkzoxg

Warning… for a supercharged V8, it’s not an impressive ride. Good lines but rather gutless and not terribly responsive. WfKQQdjxTFKgHySs7UvgFAIAO16O7LQVm0VBN3B34BUQ


Posted by: nativeiowan | August 7, 2018

2018 v8.GBall air…

Loaded n flying to Osaka. Been a fun 3 days…

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 4, 2018

2018 v8.RallyTime

Other than the fact that I think London is the best city in the world; Grace and I are here to join a frivolous yet way, way cool annual and international event known as The Gumball 3000.

Google “Gumball 3000” and you’ll see that, for those who claim to be a “motorhead”, GB3000 is way cool. It’s frivolous nature defines it as cool; cool like Evil Knevil jumping the snake river, or Johnny Knoxville getting shot in the goolies by a pitching machine. Dumb cool. Fast cool. Frivolous cool…

Was just outside and saw this: oTkuv%g1Q9mm4sCNKf5pxw






A couple million dollars worth of vroom on those trucks. Gotta dig the police-mobile. You can tell people are passionate about the GB3000.

I decided to talk my way into the rally last year. I had hoped to get a car here but that plan fell through, so we rent a car. It you are aiming to be foolish in a car, a rental is the way to go…

So tomorrow morning Grace and I head off in our rental with a pack of 100 other vehicles. All dolled up and full of vrooom. We will travel into Europe, then in 3 days we all board a plan and fly to Japan (cars and all) to complete the rally there.

Very much looking forward to it.

This is from yesterday: xQnoVeVYTl6x6z9EmoexSw


And life is good, its vroom filled…


Posted by: nativeiowan | August 3, 2018

2018 v8.2underWaterloobridge

145pm on a sunny Friday. I am sitting on the south bank of the Thames, under the Waterloo bridge.

Thousands of peoples share the space.

Aircraft, motor vehicles, exhaust fans from a nearby cookery, boats upon the water, voices in numerous languages and dialects, the pigeons, the primitive drumming of a busker, the rustle of the dry leaves on the pavement and the leaves in the trees, the wail of a far off siren contribute to the audial picture.

The olfactory picture is rich; foods from around the world, burning grease, frying meat, perspiration, colognes n perfumes, the river and its deep earthy rotting vapours, spices and decay and life fill my nostrils.

Visually; all is a confused cacophony of colour and movement, peoples of all shades and textures, young and old, large and small, dressed brightly, gaily, in flourescent summertime hues, green and yellow and orange, all in movement, all going someplace.

Did I mention that London is my favourite city?

Gracie has gone off on her own. She feels confident enough to cross the river, to go shopping and exploring on her own.

So I sit. Anticipating her return. My one-meal-per-day time is getting near. Not sure if I’m up for ale n fush n chips again. Tho good I might opt for a coffee and a sandwich. But Gracie had been enjoying the fish so time will tell.

And all is good, all is great, all is grand in my world.


Posted by: nativeiowan | August 2, 2018

2018 v8.1LuvLondon

Damn! What a city. Been here a couple days but the time-travel has me fudged n today is the first day Grace and I are 100% ambulatory n awake.

I sit in a classic ol pub on Le Strand…

Too hot n early for an ale so I sip a cider and voyeur on the conversations around me.

Did I mention that this is my absolute favourite city? I luv the plethora of languages, the babble and the cadence of life here. And the views n vistas… What. City!

It exudes age n history. Every step on the uneven cobble stones gives one a sense of age and purpose. The heavy architecture and the narrow streets n the well worn stairs… all speak of a dignified past.

And a healthy future.

Did I mention that this is indeed my favourite city?

I am going to discuss my perception on the influx of immigrants to a land, the positives n negatives I perceive n understand. London/ England is a good case study. This may take some time but…

First I get to gush positively about this metropolis…

It’s sooo old. Yet so vibrant n young. I have a huge affection for the Common Wealth. No matter England’s dark colonial past, there was a lot of good in the Common Wealth. And the good is found on the streets and in the babble.

I fear American has a “thing” about assimilation. Australia too.

Yet, perhaps assimilation can transpire without loss of identity or past? An accent is not a bad thing. Bilingualism is a good thing. Adherence to cultural customs is not negative. In fact I feel a cultural identity is positive.

So, I sit n sip my cider n pontificate from the pub.

What do I know?

Big smiles

More later

Posted by: nativeiowan | August 1, 2018

2018 v7.GrannyTime

My mother is an amazing person. Many of my faithful readers know my mother. And if you meet her once, you know her well. She is not shy or quiet or inverted. Not in the least!

She is a “larger-than-life” character. Perhaps a cross between a character you’d find in either a Wilber Smith novel or a Mother Goose tale. She is a tough, hard, all-knowing, all-seeing, omnipresent force of nature. Her temper is fierce, her love eternal. She has an iron will and a razor-sharp tongue.

I have been hang’n with Granny in Ioway for the last couple days.

It has been great. Mother’s huge family is incredibly lucky to still have her with us – and to have her genes.

I have written about my mother before…

Mother was 91 last May.

A depression era/ WW2 era child. She grew up rough. No privilege or special treatment. She quit school young to work in her family’s business. To help pay for here sister’s education. Her father died when she was still young. She married my father against her mother’s wishes. Her mother never forgave her.

She was a post WW2 bride to a returning serviceman. They got together and started making babies.

Her health has never been fantastic. She had nine live births over 18 years of childbearing. Her youngest child is (I think) 52, and her eldest 70. Her family is very large and very extended.

These days Granny is fragile.

Still pretty switched on, she does struggle with “keeping-up” in conversations.

She is aware enough to allow corrections in conversation. When she is a bit “off” with her facts, we can talk her through to remembering the facts and laugh and enjoy Granny’s terrible forgetfulness.

Today we were talking cars and we all recalled a few years back when she totalled hers in a 2-car accident. She was arguing that she’d never totalled a car. We reminded her of what n when. Her comment was “I’m glad I don’t remember stuff like that.”

It has been great enjoying life with her.

Quite a few siblings stopped by… Angela came for lunch one day. Holly n Ron came by for an afternoon of chatting. Katie Bailey and her family – Brian, Addie, Zoe, n Mikey were around quite a bit. And my absolute favourite short-person, Tracey Goodrich, showed up with her husband, Joe, and son, Jake for a Sunday BBQ.

Katie and Tracey are my nieces. Both are very cool human-beans with amazing families. Jake is one of my adopted kids. Jake came for an extended visit to the Solomons and lived with us in Gizo 6 years ago. He is a superstar. I attribute all to my influence.

I must spend a bit of time applauding and tipping my hat to Mother’s care-givers Mike n Jane Leaven and Brother-Monk.

Jane is my elder sister. She’s married to Mike, a very old friend. It’s a good thing when family members are good friends.

Mother lives with Mike and Jane. Brother Monk lives near by and is mom’s chauffeur and bookkeeper. Mother keeps the three “care-givers” quite busy.

It is a demanding job caring for a 91-year-old fragile and ill and crotchety old lady like Mother.

Here is Granny and Gracie looking very beautiful…

Note- Granny flipping us all the “bird”… she is still full of spunk and coffee-grounds…fZN3IZDaQpm0GrNIIfS0iA

Posted by: nativeiowan | July 26, 2018

2018 v7.onthemove

July 25, 2018. Sitting at LAX. On our way to Ioway. Sitting in a departure lounge drinking and honest cup of ol-fashioned brewed coffee. Not a latte or a cappuccino, a good old cup of brewed coffee. Its pretty good.

Up early this morn. Was sound, sound, sound asleep when the alarm went off at 6am. Woke easy enough and quickly got organized to head off. Spent last eve cleaning and packing so this morn was a breeze.

We were on the sidewalk well before 7am, our car was there not long after we showed up. The ride to LAX was pretty quick – less than an hour – and we got checked in and cleared through security without any pain.

Of course, LAX is a busy, busy place. How many thousands of people move through here daily?

My internet connection is not working so I can’t google the question and know what the answer is. Damn, we depend on the modern tech a lot!

So, as the song says… LA International Airport, where the big jet engines roar…

We sit and watch the outside world through a thick glass window. We can still hear the big jet engines roar. We can see the plethora of pedestrians and vehicles move across the tarmac. No less than 15 aircraft in our immediate vision. Dozens of vehicles of every shape and size. Trucks and cars and tugs and trailers. It is a busy place.

It makes one wonder where everyone is going. It is rather impressive to think of the thousands upon thousands of travelers in this one place… plus the thousand sup on thousands in all the other airports around the place.

Just checked and we see in excess of 6million people per month – over 200,000 people per day traveling form this place –


Time to fly.

Will be in Minneapolis soon.


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