Category: Flags Across the Harvest

My parents believed that it was essential for us to take an automobile trip each summer. They wanted to make sure my sister and I experienced America. Our main destination was never a man-made attraction – there were exceptions, but they had to be educational or a national treasure.

If you are familiar with any of my writings, you can quickly glean that I have been a dreamer my entire life. I would have to say my sojourns into an alternative existence began when I was around four years old. Though it has ebbed as the pages of my life unfolded, dreams are still a part of who I am.

By nature, I ponder many aspects of life, farming, and automobiles. I take objects for face value but eventually ask myself why things are the way they are. For me, this has become an excellent learning tool since you force yourself to dig deeper and go beyond your comfort level of knowledge or understanding.

Life is a series of hellos and goodbyes. When you bring something new into the fold, it means replacing something old. A new job means saying farewell to old coworkers; moving to a new home means leaving behind memories made in the old house, for example. We want the new but not at the expense of the old. Sadly, it doesn’t work that way for most things.