Category Archives: Freedoms

Independence Day

We’re still here in the mountains. We always come up for 4oJ weekend. Well, we couldn’t last year so that makes this year that much better.

Today is a wander around Bryson City, NC. And then over to Nantahala White Water Center. Then on to Clingman’s Dome. All of this through the mountains on roads engineered and dug through some of the toughest terrain in America. Not with modern machines. Which makes it so much more of an incredible feat.

We love it here. It’s a great reminder of what we have.

I’m still here.

You’re still here.

We’re still here.

Happy Independence Day

When I was a kid, a very long time ago, there used to be a thing called the nightly sign off for TV. And on our local channel WIS TV, John Wayne, the Duke, would do the voiceover on various scenes of our country. And he would read this poem.

I still hear his voice when I read this. It brings a tear to my eye.

America, Why I Love Her

You ask me why I love her? Give me time and I’ll explain;
Have you seen a Kansas sunset, or an Arizona rain?
Have you drifted on a bayou down Louisiana way?
Have you seen the cold fog drift over San Francisco Bay?

Have you heard a Bobwhite calling in the Carolina pines,
Or the bellow of a diesel in the Appalachian mines?
Does the call of the Niagara thrill you when you hear her waters roar,
Do you look with awe and wonder at her Massachusetts shore
where men who braved a hard new world first stepped on Plymouth’s rock?
Do you think of them when you stroll along New York city dock?

Have you seen a snowflake drifting in the Rockies, way up high?
Have you seen the sun come blazing down from a bright Nevada sky?
Do you hail to the Columbia as she rushes to the sea?
Do you bow your head at Gettysburg at our struggle to be free?

Have you seen the mighty Tetons? Have you watched an eagle soar?
Have you seen the Mississippi roll along Missouri’s shore?
Have you felt a chill at Michigan, when on a winter’s day
her waters raged along the shore in thunderous display?

Does the word ‘Aloha’ make you warm?
Do you stare in disbelief when you see the surf come roaring in at Waiamea reef?
From Alaska’s cold to the everglades, from the Rio Grande to Maine,
My heart cries out, my pulse runs fast at the might of her domain.

You ask me why I love her? I’ve a million reasons why —
My beautiful America, beneath God’s wide, wide sky.

By John Mitchum
Copyright 1971

For this morning.

That’s it. That’s the post.


The Meek

Dictionary Definition

  • Showing patience and humility; gentle.
  • Easily imposed on; submissive.
  • To make meek; soften; render mild, pliant, or submissive;

Biblical Definition

Based on the various Scriptures in which meekness is used, we can come up with a pretty good working definition of what it is. Meekness, according to the Bible, is being humble and gentle towards others and willingly being submissive and obedient to the Lord. It is not being selfish and arrogant, loud or obnoxious. Rather, it’s having a quiet but confident trust in the Lord and being willing and able to do whatever it is He commands. In regards to how a meek person would treat others, they would definitely be humble and gentle both in their words and in their actions.

When I was in the army I had a platoon sergeant, SSG Manning who was a Christian. He did not cuss, smoke, or drink. He was a warrior in every sense of the word. And he was a good man.

He would share his testimony if asked, but otherwise lived a proper Christian life and showed you the way instead of preaching it.

He taught me something from the Bible about the meek.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5:5‬ ‭

The meek aren’t what you think of in the modern definition of the word.

Meek people own a sword, they know how to use a sword, and they have the wisdom to know when it’s time to use that sword. – SSG Manning

If I don’t remember anything else I remember that he considered me meek.

And I’ll take that. All day long.

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I Didn’t Come Here Looking For A Fight

I’m pretty easy going. I go along and get along about a lot of things.

I have, begrudgingly, worn a mask (😷 great there’s an emoji for it now) more than I have wanted.

I work retail and see more people walking in stores without masks than I care to. Maybe it doesn’t do anything, maybe it does. We have to for the time we’re at work.

I don’t say anything to anyone.

Not my circus, not my clowns.

No. The only time I’ll say something to someone is when they’re in my personal space. That has happened more times than I can count without having to take off my shoes or other articles of clothing.

I’m tired.

The mΜΆuΜΆzΜΆzΜΆlΜΆeΜΆ mask makes it hard to speak and be heard properly.

This covers more than one aspect of life.

I didn’t come here looking for a fight but it seems we may have found one. And it isn’t just about this virus. It’s what this virus has been used for.

Some of y’all maybe kinda sorta figured that out.



From Knights To Nomads: Pt. 3

Everybody has a hobby and I love drones and taking pics. Drones give a different perspective than you can get from the ground, obviously.

I love being able to get over a fence (without breaking any laws) and being able to see inside places I normally wouldn’t.

If you’re just catching up with me on these posts, our high school was hit by a tornado back in late January. It has been almost eight months.

This is us coming back.

I would say enjoy but this is more for information and letting the locals see what’s being done. Enjoy doesn’t seem to be the right word.

Some folks need this. I hope that here give people a little peace or closure. I know this affected a lot of people, both present and past students were hurt by this.


Show Me Your Papers…

I responded to a Facebook post today about our county recycling centers and the fact that they now want you to show your identification there to prove you’re a resident of our county.

I’m against it.

Why? Because we live in a country where we shouldn’t have to do this.

As it stands we already show our ID to buy alcohol, cigarettes, start a bank account, get a loan, drive a car (the main reason for that ID), purchase a firearm (which is your right as an American citizen) and so many other things.

Why should I have to show ID to throw my garbage out at the dump, but not have to show my ID at the voting booth? And we all know that’s where we really need to take out the garbage. (Thanks to my friend Diane for that one, made me laugh and think on the subject.)

To me it’s the small things, like this, that sneak in.

The water that drips on that one spot until it’s a crack.

Then that weakened spot where the crack has formed becomes larger and larger until the roof caves in or the wall falls.

And then the whole thing is a mess and you have to start from scratch.

Maintaining your freedoms is a lot like taking care of anything else.

You have to put the work in. You have to keep an eye on things.

You have to care.