Surviving the Crazy Twins

My struggle with the crazy twins that haunt me: Bipolar Disorder and Alzheimer’s Disease.

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If it could go wrong, it did . . .

If it could go wrong, it did . . .

...except when it mattered. With a tip'o the hat to that rode-hard-put-away-wet cowboy crooner cum hippie, Willie Nelson, I'm: "On the road again, I just can't wait to get on the road again . . . Goin' places that I've never been Seein' things I may never see again...

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There’re no atheists on the back of a . . .

There’re no atheists on the back of a . . .

BRAHMAN BULL! Jim Lovell is one of three men that, for years, has led the Bible study that I attend on Wednesday mornings. Jim's an interesting guy.  He grew up on the Baptist buckle of the Bible belt of western Oklahoma.  Somehow got to Denver where he joined the...

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It’s just one damn thing after another.

It’s just one damn thing after another.

And then you die? Did you see the recent stories and pictures of climbers stuck in a human traffic jam trying to get to the top of Mount Everest?  I saw them while on my recent trip to Scotland and England. At least 11 people died attempting to scale Earth's highest...

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The more things change:  Scotland

The more things change: Scotland

The more they stay the same:  Palestine Our intrepid Gang of Seven tourists is now down in Bath, England.  But I'm still catching up on our trip through the narrow byways of Scotland. There, forbidding, windswept peaks rise out of gorse covered moors that plunge into...

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Gonna’ take a sentimental journey

Gonna’ take a sentimental journey

A sentimental journey home! Cruise the blogosphere for for any length of time and, count on it, you'll come across a bunch of sites devoted to travel. Love Travelling.  Dan Flying Solo.  A Broken Backpack.  The Path Less Pedaled.  Nowhere.  The list goes on and on....

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Kilts, bag pipes and drums

Kilts, bag pipes and drums

Against machine guns and poison gas After dinner here in Oban, our gang walked back to our B&B along the water front, past a small, grassy square.  There were about 20 men and women with bag pipes and drums, playing, marching and rehearsing for what, I assumed was...

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