Caddo State Park

Here's a page created from a camping trip of couple of months ago. If somehow I could put words to this new adventure of camping... I believe I would still find myself speechless. It's not the camper, packed ready to run away at a moments notice. It's not the act of abandoning projects left unfinished. It's surely not the need to escape from a well described world of my own design... no less ...

To be able to run off ~ leave the world; email, work, cell phones and all the noise into the distance is where I think I was always meant to be ~ yet ~ I always run back to the hum of a busy world. I look back to ... calm, silent whispers... that place of nowhere that appears to hold my very essence of being hostage.

Does it take so many years to find a common ground for both needs?... still pondering this, still looking for that narrow gap of bliss.

vlm

Rick's Christmas

This guy never ceases to amaze me.... well, that's not true... I knew he would love the slot car track. Especially since I called him a couple of days before Christmas; acting like Santa, asking if he had been a good boy and what he wanted for Christmas. He laughed at me being weird and said "a race-car track". Odd - I had already been looking for one - don't know why this seemed like a perfectly good (weird) gift. So now I was on a serious mission ~ 3 days before the 25th ~ to find a toy from the past. Yes, dear ones, slot-car race tracks are not an easy thing to find ~ and not because there was a rush on this particular item....the simple fact remains.... kids don't play with these things any more.

A friend got a new (becuz the old one is trash) remote controlled airplane from Santa. Mind you this kid is very near mid-age ('bout like Rick) and they had a lengthy conversation about the love of flying while keeping your feet firmly on the ground. Not surprising that it's ... ahem... older guys that find remote planes as a second childhood hobby... its not cheap ~ especially while you earn your wings. I see model planes in our future and lots of pictures of a grown man with a child lurking in the background. No worries.... these are the times we live for.
~..~ me out for now. vlm