I WAS READY TO THROW IN THE TOWEL
For the past fifty or so years I have been attempting, in my own little way, to warn the people of America about the impending disaster that was on the way that would destroy America as a republic. It has seemed to fall on deaf ears and I decided it was time to throw in the towel, watch the sun come up, and drink my daily portion of one beer. I reminisced back into the 1960s when I would have lunch on occasion, with a couple of food broker friends, at Dante & Luigi's Restaurant in South Philadelphia. Sometimes a couple of executives working for the Delaware River Port Authority (DRPA) would join. At the time, a new bridge over the Delaware River below Philadelphia was being debated. No way that traffic would warrant it. A few years prior, a new bridge had been built north of Philadelphia. One of the DRPA executives made this statement: The boys in the north got their bridge, now it's time for the boys in the south to get theirs.
I don't have to get soaked to the skin when I go out to know that its raining! This is exactly how Washington DC has operated for the past fifty or sixty years. When the Republicans are in power, they get their booty. We make a change and elect Democrats and its their turn to get the booty. The DC Republicans and Democrats have become so immersed in corruption and greed that it has flowed out of DC like molten lava from an erupting volcano into every aspect of our lives.
I decided to cut and run. As I pulled my arm back to throw in the towel, I came across the following quote from an unknown author: "The best part of anyone's day is between 4:30 and 5:00 a.m. if they are blessed enough to be able to step outside and see the dawn of a new day as it happens."
As I absorbed this, I felt a surge of renewed optimism that this is about to happen in America within the next two years. It can come about in one of two ways: (1) A hostile takeover of Washington DC which will be catastrophic, and perhaps give Obama the opportunity he is looking for to declare martial law or (2) A third party; a Constitution Party. This can only occur if an Angel steps in and unites constitutional Republicans and Democrats that will be so powerful that a coalition of Progressive Democrats and Republicans cannot override their doctrine of saving America.
If you read what I write, you know I believe in angels. I have a sheltering angel that has kept me from harm my entire life. My angel doesn't control or direct my daily activities but she does control my destiny as I have written about in previous Nomad News editions. In Nomad News No. 58, titled "Close Encounters", I listed a series of close encounters with tragedy where I believe my angel intervened. In this instance, I believe I failed to mention one, which could be the the most dramatic of all. I'm going to include it now, even if it is a repeat:
I stopped driving after I had the TIA (mini-stroke). My doctor lets me drink one beer daily, which is an imposition but I obey. Yvette does not consume any alcohol when driving is related. We cannot afford to have her driving curtailed. On this occasion we departed from VFW Post 5025 on Route 127 south of Crossville after darkness had set in. I always look right for oncoming traffic while Yvette is in charge of left oncoming. I called out "All clear right". She pulled out as she uttered "Oh". I turned my vision left to be greeted by two glaring head lights from an oncoming vehicle that were within a few yards. The following happened in a split second. I turned my vision straight ahead with the thought "We're dead". Then an unearthly silence set it as we sat there in the middle of the highway. It was the same silence I had experienced years before in my encounter with the German rocket plane in Holland. Nothing passed in front of us. There wasn't room behind without scraping the guard rail. No sound of screeching brakes. Nothing but this eerie silence. Was it a UFO that pulled up and over us? Was it some powerful unknown force that lifted the vehicle up and over us? All I know for sure is, we were safe. I said: "Let's get out of the middle of the road before something hits us." We drove home in silence.
I believe in angels and I believe one will save America. (Copyright - 2014-Andrew M. Dolan)
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Nomad News-Vol.5-No.103
ANYONE FOR ESCARGOTS? NO. 4 OF 4
In Nomad News No. 102 we finished in the Painted Desert so will continue from there.
Sedona, about 30 miles from Flagstaff was next on our list. Spectacular rock formations of red sandstone was the main attraction. These formations appear to glow in brilliant red when illuminated by the setting or rising sun.
It was now time to pack up and leave beautiful Arizona. Because we had arrived two days late, I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask if we could stay an extra day if no following reservation had been made. The person I spoke with said it would be alright. So, the next day, which was Saturday, we took off for some destination that I do not recall.
On the way back we passed a field of wild flowers that extended as far as the eye could see. As we passed, we heard a loud buzzing sound so we pulled off on the road shoulder. It was then that we saw the hundreds , maybe thousands, of Humming birds; again, as far as the eye could see. They were like a huge swarm of hornets.
When we returned to our quarters, a little after midday, our packed luggage was on the front porch. So much for the assurance that we could stay another day. We had to scramble for a hotel room as our flight to Boise would be the following day. After several "full house" calls we booked the last available room at the Holiday Inn.
We were of to Boise, Idaho where we spent a few days with my Air Corps buddy Mike Spero and his wife Annette. The Speros had an adopted son who they raised with their conservative beliefs and faith, who went off to college and was thoroughly indoctrinated in liberalism when he returned. When his father died at age 100, the son didn't have the respect to notify me.
In the beginning of the four series on our Western trip, I wrote that we flew to Salt Lake City and then rented a car and drove to Yellowstone. On second thought I believe we rented a car in Boise and drove to Jackson Hole, Wyoming; gateway to Yellowstone Park and the Grand Teton Mountain range. Located near Jackson Hole is the National Elk Refuge. I believe this to be home to the largest Elk herd in the country. The herd shed their antlers every year and the local park has four archway entrances made of antlers. Under the auspices of the Boy Scouts of America, nearly 14 thousand pounds of antlers are auctioned off in 2014, with 75-percent of the receipts returned to the Refuge.
We stayed overnight in Jackson Hole and then off to Yellowstone National Park, home grazing ground for about 3700 Bison. This herd was never extirpated (has never reached the point of extinction). Old Faithful Geyser is a must, even if you have to wait a half hour for the next eruption which reaches over 100-feet in the air. Yellowstone boasts of over 10,000 thermal features, over 500 of which are geysers. The rest are Mudpots, small thermal areas where water-saturated sediment is affected by super-heated steam and they burst, sending showers of mud into the air.
About ten miles south of Yellowstone is Grand Teton National Park and the 40-mile long range of sharply pointed mountains reaching 7000-feet in height. An interesting background of the name: French-speaking trappers named them Trois Tetons (three teats). Later this was anglicized and shortened to Tetons.
It was a wonderful trip and we saw a lot of the West but it was now time to head back to New Jersey.(copyright - 2014) Andrew M. Dolan
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In Nomad News No. 102 we finished in the Painted Desert so will continue from there.
Sedona, about 30 miles from Flagstaff was next on our list. Spectacular rock formations of red sandstone was the main attraction. These formations appear to glow in brilliant red when illuminated by the setting or rising sun.
It was now time to pack up and leave beautiful Arizona. Because we had arrived two days late, I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask if we could stay an extra day if no following reservation had been made. The person I spoke with said it would be alright. So, the next day, which was Saturday, we took off for some destination that I do not recall.
On the way back we passed a field of wild flowers that extended as far as the eye could see. As we passed, we heard a loud buzzing sound so we pulled off on the road shoulder. It was then that we saw the hundreds , maybe thousands, of Humming birds; again, as far as the eye could see. They were like a huge swarm of hornets.
When we returned to our quarters, a little after midday, our packed luggage was on the front porch. So much for the assurance that we could stay another day. We had to scramble for a hotel room as our flight to Boise would be the following day. After several "full house" calls we booked the last available room at the Holiday Inn.
We were of to Boise, Idaho where we spent a few days with my Air Corps buddy Mike Spero and his wife Annette. The Speros had an adopted son who they raised with their conservative beliefs and faith, who went off to college and was thoroughly indoctrinated in liberalism when he returned. When his father died at age 100, the son didn't have the respect to notify me.
In the beginning of the four series on our Western trip, I wrote that we flew to Salt Lake City and then rented a car and drove to Yellowstone. On second thought I believe we rented a car in Boise and drove to Jackson Hole, Wyoming; gateway to Yellowstone Park and the Grand Teton Mountain range. Located near Jackson Hole is the National Elk Refuge. I believe this to be home to the largest Elk herd in the country. The herd shed their antlers every year and the local park has four archway entrances made of antlers. Under the auspices of the Boy Scouts of America, nearly 14 thousand pounds of antlers are auctioned off in 2014, with 75-percent of the receipts returned to the Refuge.
We stayed overnight in Jackson Hole and then off to Yellowstone National Park, home grazing ground for about 3700 Bison. This herd was never extirpated (has never reached the point of extinction). Old Faithful Geyser is a must, even if you have to wait a half hour for the next eruption which reaches over 100-feet in the air. Yellowstone boasts of over 10,000 thermal features, over 500 of which are geysers. The rest are Mudpots, small thermal areas where water-saturated sediment is affected by super-heated steam and they burst, sending showers of mud into the air.
About ten miles south of Yellowstone is Grand Teton National Park and the 40-mile long range of sharply pointed mountains reaching 7000-feet in height. An interesting background of the name: French-speaking trappers named them Trois Tetons (three teats). Later this was anglicized and shortened to Tetons.
It was a wonderful trip and we saw a lot of the West but it was now time to head back to New Jersey.(copyright - 2014) Andrew M. Dolan
.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Nomad News-Vol.5-No.102
ANYONE FOR ESCARGOTS? NO. 3 OF 4
As you probably have observed, I write about things as I think of them. That is why things are not arranged categorically. If I had kept a diary, I would remember things better and would then be able to write, well, to categorically arrange them. So, before we leave Fresno, I just remembered Big Sur, about 150 miles south of San Francisco. This is where the coastal Redwood Trees grow more than 350 feet in height. Some, they say, are 2,000 years old. No, I don't recall planting them. As a kid, I recall seeing a picture of one that had been hollowed out a ground level and a Model -T Ford was parked in it. We also visited the Half Dome in Yosemite National Park. This massive granite rock rises more than 4700-feet above ground. It's called a Half Dome because that is what it is. However, if seen from a special angle, it gives the impression of being a Full Dome. Very interesting.
OK, we're now in back in the air and headed for Phoenix, two days behind schedule. Our plan was to drive to Phoenix via the Mojave Desert but we had already used two days of our timeshare reservation and couldn't afford any more delays. When we arrived in Phoenix, the temperature was 110-degrees. We wasted no time in getting a car and heading off to Flagstaff where the 7000-foot elevation provided a more temperate atmosphere.
There is plenty of interesting things to visit in and around Flagstaff, but we only had five days so we spent them all in the "wilderness". The Grand Canyon, about 75 miles north of Flagstaff, was our first destination. The magnificence of the Canadian Rockies looking up, was reflected in the Grand Canyon looking down. We were tempted to take the trail to the bottom but decided it would take up too much time. There were signs warning visitors to keep valuables locked in their cars. We were accosted by a couple of local Indians selling silver jewelry against regulations. The pieces were all sewn on a blanket so it could be rolled up and they could scamper off at the sight of a ranger. Yvette thinks this happened at Sedona. Could be, but it doesn't' make much difference.
Walnut Canyon National Monument contains the ancient cliff dwellings of the Sinague Indians., who dug their small homes under limestone ledges. The dwellings are small, about large enough for the inhabitants to sleep and cook. Come to think about it, that's really all we need a home for. Some how we have been convinced we need a $100,000. home packed with $100,000. worth of trinkets. Oh, well. Back to more simple times. The dwellings were built some time between 125 AD and 250 AD. Plant life in the canyon is diverse with over 387 plant species.
Meteor Crater is about 40 miles east of Flagstaff. The 500-foot crater is 550-feet deep and was created 49,000 years ago. No, I don't recall seeing that rock from outer space hit either. I believe some of the astronauts trained here. There was a viewing platform built out over the edge of the crater. I had an eerie, uneasy feeling as I looked down into the crater. Like, I had to get out of there which I did. In the 1960s there was a Gyro Tower on the boardwalk in Atlantic City NJ. The tower was several hundred feet tall with an observation booth that revolved around the tower as it ascended to the top, where it made several 360-degree revolutions before revolving back to earth. I had the same feeling then but I couldn't get out
The Painted Desert and Petrified Forest is east of Flagstaff and covers a wide area. The Painted Desert gets its name from bands of red, white and yellow sediments and clay. It is spectacular. On the way we saw a Pronghorn Antelope. This animal sheds its' horns like antlers and is the sole surviving member of an ancient family dating back 20 million years. No, Im not going to say it. The Pronghorn can run at speeds up to 60 mph. We're getting a little long so will finish on Nomad News No. 103.
(Copyright - Andrew M. Dolan - 2014)
As you probably have observed, I write about things as I think of them. That is why things are not arranged categorically. If I had kept a diary, I would remember things better and would then be able to write, well, to categorically arrange them. So, before we leave Fresno, I just remembered Big Sur, about 150 miles south of San Francisco. This is where the coastal Redwood Trees grow more than 350 feet in height. Some, they say, are 2,000 years old. No, I don't recall planting them. As a kid, I recall seeing a picture of one that had been hollowed out a ground level and a Model -T Ford was parked in it. We also visited the Half Dome in Yosemite National Park. This massive granite rock rises more than 4700-feet above ground. It's called a Half Dome because that is what it is. However, if seen from a special angle, it gives the impression of being a Full Dome. Very interesting.
OK, we're now in back in the air and headed for Phoenix, two days behind schedule. Our plan was to drive to Phoenix via the Mojave Desert but we had already used two days of our timeshare reservation and couldn't afford any more delays. When we arrived in Phoenix, the temperature was 110-degrees. We wasted no time in getting a car and heading off to Flagstaff where the 7000-foot elevation provided a more temperate atmosphere.
There is plenty of interesting things to visit in and around Flagstaff, but we only had five days so we spent them all in the "wilderness". The Grand Canyon, about 75 miles north of Flagstaff, was our first destination. The magnificence of the Canadian Rockies looking up, was reflected in the Grand Canyon looking down. We were tempted to take the trail to the bottom but decided it would take up too much time. There were signs warning visitors to keep valuables locked in their cars. We were accosted by a couple of local Indians selling silver jewelry against regulations. The pieces were all sewn on a blanket so it could be rolled up and they could scamper off at the sight of a ranger. Yvette thinks this happened at Sedona. Could be, but it doesn't' make much difference.
Walnut Canyon National Monument contains the ancient cliff dwellings of the Sinague Indians., who dug their small homes under limestone ledges. The dwellings are small, about large enough for the inhabitants to sleep and cook. Come to think about it, that's really all we need a home for. Some how we have been convinced we need a $100,000. home packed with $100,000. worth of trinkets. Oh, well. Back to more simple times. The dwellings were built some time between 125 AD and 250 AD. Plant life in the canyon is diverse with over 387 plant species.
Meteor Crater is about 40 miles east of Flagstaff. The 500-foot crater is 550-feet deep and was created 49,000 years ago. No, I don't recall seeing that rock from outer space hit either. I believe some of the astronauts trained here. There was a viewing platform built out over the edge of the crater. I had an eerie, uneasy feeling as I looked down into the crater. Like, I had to get out of there which I did. In the 1960s there was a Gyro Tower on the boardwalk in Atlantic City NJ. The tower was several hundred feet tall with an observation booth that revolved around the tower as it ascended to the top, where it made several 360-degree revolutions before revolving back to earth. I had the same feeling then but I couldn't get out
The Painted Desert and Petrified Forest is east of Flagstaff and covers a wide area. The Painted Desert gets its name from bands of red, white and yellow sediments and clay. It is spectacular. On the way we saw a Pronghorn Antelope. This animal sheds its' horns like antlers and is the sole surviving member of an ancient family dating back 20 million years. No, Im not going to say it. The Pronghorn can run at speeds up to 60 mph. We're getting a little long so will finish on Nomad News No. 103.
(Copyright - Andrew M. Dolan - 2014)
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Nomad News-Vol.5-No.101
A Day In Infamy, June 2, 2014
On June 2, 2014, the president of the United States traded five hardened terrorists for a United States Army deserter. There has been no trial or convictions but the current allegations, so far, indicate that Sergeant Bowe Bergdahl walked off his post without his rifle, after making derogatory remarks about America. At that point he walked away from America. He wasn't captured. He wasn't a prisoner of war. Obama's "sacred obligation" not to leave any American soldier behind, is nonsense. He was a deserter and renounced his citizenship as surely as Lt. Philip Nolan did when he was being tried for treason in author Edward Everett Hale's short story "The Man Without a Country".
In Hale's writing, Nolan was sentenced to spend the rest of his days at sea without a word ever said about the United States. I believe this would be a fitting sentence for Bergdahl, BUT, this would be an expense on the American taxpayers that they should not have to absorb. Next best thing would be life at Guantanamo with his buddies. Maybe then a future loyal president could trade him for a loyal American.
A day in infamy, indeed. A presidential deal to release a Army deserter for five terrorists, and then an appearance on TV in the Rose Garden when he hugs Robert Bergdahl, father of the deserter, after Robert has thanked Allah for his son's release. Disgusting gives new meaning to the word.
(copyright 2014- Andrew M. Dolan)
On June 2, 2014, the president of the United States traded five hardened terrorists for a United States Army deserter. There has been no trial or convictions but the current allegations, so far, indicate that Sergeant Bowe Bergdahl walked off his post without his rifle, after making derogatory remarks about America. At that point he walked away from America. He wasn't captured. He wasn't a prisoner of war. Obama's "sacred obligation" not to leave any American soldier behind, is nonsense. He was a deserter and renounced his citizenship as surely as Lt. Philip Nolan did when he was being tried for treason in author Edward Everett Hale's short story "The Man Without a Country".
In Hale's writing, Nolan was sentenced to spend the rest of his days at sea without a word ever said about the United States. I believe this would be a fitting sentence for Bergdahl, BUT, this would be an expense on the American taxpayers that they should not have to absorb. Next best thing would be life at Guantanamo with his buddies. Maybe then a future loyal president could trade him for a loyal American.
A day in infamy, indeed. A presidential deal to release a Army deserter for five terrorists, and then an appearance on TV in the Rose Garden when he hugs Robert Bergdahl, father of the deserter, after Robert has thanked Allah for his son's release. Disgusting gives new meaning to the word.
(copyright 2014- Andrew M. Dolan)
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