So I must confess….. I love Alaska and all its splendor, I love the Native people its a true wonderment
for I am richard a often confused misunderstood soul
so these birds are spectacular, yesterday i saw a great bird, it was as big as an eagle but it was a Raven, then a few min later a bald eagle flew the same path, like he was following, I know the reason they are all here its the nesting ground of these spectacular birds of splendor, not sure the name, but the screeching sound it like someone being murdered. I am pretty sure they have big eggs, which the ravens and eagles. we have to take a clue from nature. we really do. I saw a seagull struggling against the wind it was a moment of epiphany, like so many moments. life is a series of strong winds, headwinds, and soaring through the air without care in the world, that is my favorite.
so i was thinking my own family has had a hard time of me changing my name, like it was personal. I never thought that way, look see me, I am not accepting my station in life. I am not accepting being the son of a bastard. I am more than that, I always was. I know they expected me to get in line and be one of them. I will tell you right now, my mother never raised a follower. she raised a warrior.
I was not raised by my father, as some of my children, but the ones i did raise, turned out to be the most Important things in my life on this earth, and thier mother sweet mary. I do love my other children as much, yet they see me as a stranger, a dark ominous shadow of a figure. I love all thier moms too. I am thankful they had a moment in thier lives to join with me and make a most extordinary thing, life, living that is what it is all about. live live breathe and suck in the moment of life, being non sick, sickness comes to all of us, yet we must live and suck that air in, and somehow love everyone else too, at the very least accept, that not everyone has had a good station in life. I just muyst say also, i am so proud of my niece. i love her, she is so smart, i feel in my sould she needs to be a lawyer. yet i am just a carpenter… so just live live
you know i must say one thing.. and this is me, talking talking about people, family friends it dont matte, it could be construed as hurtful, I really was unaware of my negiligence, now we have certain people we can embark on this fine line, but really we never know who is to be trusted, even wives mother sisters brothers, i really thought i was doing the right thing when i had an epiphany about this bad habit. I was the manager of an adult baseball team, i thought it was fine and dandy as a manager. but lets look closer at people who talk about other people behind thier backs, even baseball managers, I am not a scout, which entails putting down the info, maybe sharing, but not with any tom dick or harry that will listen, right? I Thinks this ( I would have been a more respected manager, had i never said a word about anybody, just manage the team and keep my trap shut. i will say this, managing adults is much harder than children. I just wanted to always make it fun for both. that is all i have to say on the matter
I feel at times, this can be looked at as being shot in the back. you know the old saying is it true or is it my opinion, is it hurtful. my brother used to call me KOOKO FOR COCO PUFFS, HA. he was right, i would fight at the drop of a hat. wiry skinny kid with a chip on hid shoulder, I will share on story.. so one time we were driving down wites canyon in canyon country california, now in incorporated Santa Clarita. anyway. I forgot what it was about, but i think he was picking on my little brother kelly, jimmy young, he was game and i jumped ot of the car, quickly got the upper hand and grabbed him by the hair and was pounding his head on the concrete. that was not the last of it. so one day I minding my own business near the Canyon high school outdoor theater, and JIMMY had decided to get the jump on me from behind, well i spun around and made quick work of him again, now except for the concrete deal, for the most part these were just childhood fisticuffs, I GOT KICKED out of Canyon after that one, but Mrs Rose Romeka, she was firey redhead and she said that was the last straw… no more pretty coeds for me, hahhahahh well lots of my pary people were already going to bowmn high, so i was right at home.
I LOVE TO RIGHT AHHAHAH WRITE OR WRONG. THIS LAPTOP IS MAKING ME THIRSTY. NOTHING GIVES ME MORE PLEASUIRE THESE DAYS, than sharing my stories, sorry about the caps but me fat fingers are having trouble with the shift and caps lock on this tiny keyboard. yesterday all my troubles seem so far away, yesterday, theres a shadow hanging over me. luv luv the baytles lol