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The cursor is blinking on this screen waiting for me to make it spring to life to write what will be my last dispatch to you. I wonder what it is trying to tell me. Perhaps it is saying that it is willing to be my laborer to help tell you all what a momentous experience the US Trek has been for me. Whoa! That name is the fire that propels many thoughts past my eyes and ears. I can see Nick and I steering down a pitch black roads trying to drive slow enough not to hit deer, and yet fast enough to arrive promptly at the next destination. I can clearly hear the twists and turns of the conversation between Daphne and I regarding some cat named Nathaniel Bacon and whether or not he was really a loafer. I think Daphne had a secret crush on him. Every once in a while I meet people like Becky who are strangely able to remember every line of a song. She as well as her gift made trekking fun! "It sure is hot out here!" I say, as Stephanie laughs at me for taking off my pants to reveal my boxers in the parking lot of AU University. Hey what can I say, Stephanie? The moment struck me! Even the figurative "rainy days" cast some light. Where am I going with this? Trying to take you into my mind's eye on the Odyssey is similar to reading War and Peace in a day. Of course my mind is not as voluminous. There are few words suitable for explaining being on a Civil War Battle or looking up at the Bridge of God. How can I reach into your computer screens and yank you into my world by your collars? How you must go that extra mile many times, and often when you do you will find more than just some antique edifice. You will find yourself.
Kevin Please email me at: kevin1@ustrek.org
Daphne - Anarchy and angry ghosts in the Battle of Homestead |