I am . . .

. I am not Trayvon Martin. Be sure of that. I'm not Black. I don't trespass on private properties at night. And if I did so accidentally and was asked to leave, I would. I don't attempt to conceal my identity by wearing hooded sweatshirts. I haven't ever been kicked out of school. I was raised by both my mother and my father. I have never assaulted anyone and I've never been convicted of a crime. The President has never showed alarm when I was assaulted. And no one wears T-shirts to immortalize me............................................I am someone like Chris Lane. I am not light skinned but I consider myself Caucasian. I've jogged through public parks many times in my life just to get some exercise. I wear hooded sweatshirts only to keep warm. And I've never been murdered "out of boredom" and gunned down in my back by three Black thugs I never knew or saw...................... I am not Delbert "Shorty" Belton, a retired WWII veteran beaten to death by two Black teens, but I am somewhat like him. Although not a much decorated person as Belton was, I served the public through law enforcement for over 3 decades. I'm a lucky one for now at least. At least I'm alive................................................. I'm not Barrack Obama or Eric Holder and I don't want to be. I speak out against what is wrong regardless of race or ethnicity. I don't support Islam or the Black Panthers, and I don't profess to be a Christian while attending religious services led by radicals......................................................................... I am what I am. . ..

Working my way back to you, Babe

. Orlando, Florida was our turnaround point. So we drove west from the Atlantic Coast to the Gulf Coast of Florida to Tallahasse where we were held up for a few days worth od repairs to the wheeled manor. Then on to Pensacola where we will be for a few days to check out the historical areas and, of course the beach................Florida didn't do much to turn my crank. Lots of really big bugs that I couldn't begin to recognize other than ticks and spiders. The humidity was incredible, and rainfall heavier than I've ever seen before. 3 inches in one hour during one storm with thunder that was so loud it seemed it could bust your eardrum. Very scary...................But one thing that impressed me was the laws regarding vagrancy, which is illegal. And to apease those liberal that think they will save someone by chipping in to support their habbits, the cities have installed parking meter like devices where one can donate to the lost cause. Apparently the funds are collected, then redistributed to those that claim to be in need. Sounds like an Obama plan to me...............Anyway, I'm missing the politics and discussions. But it's too hard for me to keep up on things while I'm travelling. But I haven't forgotten Benghazi and the need to politically bring down Hilary before election..........Well, in case you're wondering, either this blog site or this aging laptop has a bug in it preventing me from seperating paragraphs. And I miss paragraphs. So, to seperate the paragraphs to make reading easier, I have now just inserted periods. Pretty crafty, eh?...............

We Have Ignition

. Our visit to Kennedy Space Center - Cape Canaveral couldn't be described as anything but amazing. We spent the day there amoung other people, mostly our age, that came to experience thos glorious days when America was a proud nation of people who idolized the thrill of space exploration. That pride seems to have long since past, There were few youyhful visitors there, appantly opting to visit the nearby Walt Disney World. How saddened I was to realize that our children today have little more than sports and video games to center their attention upon. We walked, sometimes with tears in our eyes, among the Rocket Garden which was a collection of the actual rockets that carrying our explorers into orbits. How brave they were. We ckinbed inside a space capsule which carried Neil Armstrong into orbit America;s firts time. We examined the entire history of our space travel including the shuttle Atantis which was on display nearly close enough to touch. We prayed at the memorials of our explorers who game thier life for our Country, just as our military heros have done through out history. And we realized Obama's order to end it all. .

Along the Atlantic Coast

. Working our way south along the coasts of North and South Carolina, Virginia, Georgia and into Florida brought some interesting insights. From the Outer Banks of NC, to Virginia Beach, to Myrtle Beach, to Jacksonville and Orlando, we found things to be really pristine. Golf courses known only to me by watching PGA golf tourneys, filled the void between the beaches. But was most incredible was that everything was clean, totally free of vagrants. Posted signs repeated warnings to panhandlers that it was illegal, not only to beg but to even be present. Much unlike areas of California and Oregon where the courts have ruled that it is a freedom of speech to beg on every corner, and to live freely on either public or private property. People, both the locals and tourists seem to gel well here despite their obvious differences in race and culture. And I like that. Not a word about Trayvon Martin could be heard. People here seem to not get bogged down with politics, although the recent video of the clown mimicking Obama brought a giggle or two. .

Just Hangin' at the Beach

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Travelling south along the coast from the big cities took us to our next stop, Virginia Beach, VA.  Away from the hustle and bustle of places choked with people and traffic.  We left the lifestyle we once were a part of in SoCal.  Scurrying around like ants, too busy to exchange a smile of a friendly "hello," as if there was anyone else who even cared.  Busy making money.  Rushing around just to "Punch the Ticket."  I'm so glad that I'm not a part of that anymore.

Virginia Beach is more than that.  East of the highway, are swank hotels for miles along the beach.  Some 15 stories high, but leaving a few feet of access between to allow the locals and others (like us) access to the sand.

Across the road are plush golf courses and million dollar homes.  Seemingly a paradise to many.  Shopping centers, souvenir shops, and eateries swamp the swamps west of the highway in between the golf courses.

But the people seemed different here.  Most are tourists like me.  But removed from their life style, they seem to become friendly, happy, and relaxed.  Maybe the free flowing Mai Tais help a bit there.

I'm brown now like I was when I lived in the sunshine of SoCal.  I like that but wouldn't trade it for our Northwest Coastal town and friends.
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God created America (and Fox News too).

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Washington DC was wonderful.  It is a must see if you ever get the chance.  If you've been there, you know what I mean.  It's a shame that every junior high student can't get a field trip there.  It would surely improve our Country. 

Everywhere I looked it was evident that God created America.  In the words engraved on the monuments, to the engravings on the tombstones at Arlington National Cemetery.

It was disappointing though that although every conceivable race or nationality was represented by a memorial, a museum, or a park to mark their achievements and contributions to America; one seemed to be missing.  From the American Indians to Jews, to Chinese , to African Americans, and even the Vikings.  But I saw nothing marking the contribution of Whites.  How sad.  Maybe I missed something.

Anyway, DC is a very clean City at least in the Capitol Area.  Absent were homeless persons and beggars, litter, protesters and snarled traffic.  Immigrants and tourist from all over the world.  Most were in awe.  At least it seemed so..

Sad was the never ending security.  Snipers on rooftops, K-9s, traffic cops of all kinds.  Metal detectors and cameras galore.  But I guess this is the current state of our country.

God Bless America!
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