Last weekend, Lewis Hamilton won the Spanish Grand Prix. It was his first race win since joining Ferrari in 2025. He’s told the media he had to remember who he was and what he was capable of. He needed time to figure that out after a disastrous season last year.
I’ve been struggling a lot lately to write. I open the file. My notes are there. I know what I want to write. I just can’t. It’s not writer’s block. It’s worse. So, I’ve been turning to something that helps pull me out of whatever the hell is going on – Formula 1 documentaries. I think I’ve watched every F1 documentary made.
An example of an early Pennsylvania dairy barn. Photo courtesy of the American Dairy Industry.
Marc’s farm was a right-hand turn off the highway and then down a long dirt road. I never paid attention to how we got there. I was around seven years old. The sky, the birds, anything outside the window had my attention. If I’m not driving, I’m not paying attention to the directions.
I was going to write something about this Memorial Day. I wanted to write something profound and to try to explain how someone like me, who is so adamantly against war, makes a point to remember those who gave the highest sacrifice of all.
After stumbling upon Flavio’s video, I realized I could not write anything better. I hope you take the 22 minutes to watch this video, and remember.
Ten years ago, I wrote a much shorter version of this story in a column for the Star-Herald. I was limited to 800 words. Today, on our 30th wedding anniversary, I’ve written a much more detailed version.
From left, me, Beardog Bob, and National Park Ranger Anne Wilson at the 60th anniversary celebration of Agate Fossil Beds National Monument on June 7, 2025.
The drive north on Highway 29, was a somber one. My mind was elsewhere and I didn’t take note of the weather. A good storyteller would have remembered to do that, but I didn’t today.
My supervisors.
EMDR and therapy have been rough lately. It’s okay. That’s how it works. However, I hadn’t anticipated the current deluge of events, which have rained down more drops than I feel I can handle all at once.
The blanket Mom made for Paul and me.
It’s been a year since I said goodbye for the final time. Mom was sent to the hospital in horrific shape. The disgusting and filthy place she had been sent to by the State made her worse.
A honey bee approaches a flower as it searches for nectar in the flowerbed outside Riverside Discovery Center.
“When are we leaving?” Paul said.
“For what?” I said.
“I’m so tired of this clown show,” he said.
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