Weather - Imagine That!

Hard to believe here in Wyoming that it could still b e winter, here a few weeks into Spring! :D:D:D

The roads have been closed for the last three days so I couldn't go tgo work. Sheeot, man, had to burn up the few vacation days I had.

I'm ready for less winter - perhaps in a few years mama and I will get a ssmall winter house down south someplace and cal it good - retire for good.

But first, two in college. Then.....maybe. :)

Back to Normal

Thought I'd get back to the normal gring today but damned if the road wasn't closed from here at The Rock to Wondeful Wamsutter.

Blizzard moved in last night so I'm stuck in my nice, warm house with a nice hot cup of coffee and my laptop.

Think I'll write some.

For My Dad - An American Hero

My Dad
I feel compelled to say something here. My apologies if this is uncomfortable or inappropriate:My dad died last night. He was 85.

He was like so many other retired cops from his generation - before he saved lives here for 30 years, he, along with a million other teenagers, saved the world, in World War 2. In his case, it was Guadelcanal, Fiji, Tonga Islnds and other places. He was shot once by a strafing Zero and ultimately caught Malaria

Once home, he suffered from what we now call Posttraumatic Stress Disorder and in that day, a man simply had to swallow it and carry on. He did, with the help of my mom, who found him sleeping off a drunken fog on the stoop of the drug store in which she worked. She, saved him from himself.

He sobered up, became a cop and the rest, produced myself and my brother and 30 years of honorable service.My message here, is more than I will forever be thankful that he knew I loved him and that I knew he loved me. It is that he knew, because I told him, that he was not only my hero, but that the men of his generation were heroes to all of us - that his spilled blood, be it on the sand in the Pacific or the streets of Los Angeles, was not spilled in vane. That he and his comrades, will be remembered with reverence and humble respect forever.

Of course, when I told him that last part, he scoffed it off like so many of them do, and wanted none of it - no accolades, no recognition, other than to live in peace here in the nation they served and saved.

If you know someone like him - of his age - know they are dying by the thousands every day and soon, the last WW2 vet will be gone. In some way, find it in yourselves to thank them. To recognize what they gave us.

I have lived my life; I served as a cop, always trying to be some reflection of what my dad was. While I will never be as brave nor as strong, I will honor him by trying to be.Just a thought to all who might read this.

Carry on...
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Some Days

Some days life is tougher than others. Today was one of those. I wanted to wolrk on The FLip Flop today, but couldn't. The mind just couldn't get it in gear.

When I write, it makes me happy as I anticipate my reader's reactions to my construction of words. Today, I deleted everything. Perhaps someday I will explain.

To all, cheers, peace, get some.

JG

Welcome to my Blog

A writer always has something to say but here, I will share more than words but thoughts, plans, future books, comm ents from you my readers and news of my world.

I welcome everyone - grown ups, kids, truckers, troopers, cops, civilians - anyone who cares to read my ramblings.

God bless you, God bless America and join me in praying for our strong and able leader, George Bush and for the brave man and women protecting us all over the world.

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