We'll I've got two little stories to relate today. My life is never boring....I may be....but my life isn't. In the first....the local chapter of Vietnam Veterans of America held a 24 hour Christmas vigil at a memorial that honors the men from our county that died in Vietnam. Our Marine nephew who lives in the Midwest but is stationed out of the East....made the five hour trip for Christmas. It was a cold day...the vets had a gas flame at the memorial for warmth. I had been up there earlier in the day before our nephew arrived....and there were about 15 or 20 visitors and volunteers at the memorial....but when the two of us went up around dinnertime there were two volunteers but no visitors. We chatted with a volunteer for a few minutes when a man walked up to the memorial to pay his respects....it was our newly elected congressman.....and almost household name in politics over the past year.....Conor Lamb.....a former Marine....but they say 'once a Marine...always a Marine' don't they? I introduced my nephew and I....and we had a nice conversation about the Marines....on my nephew's part....and the high school that Congressman Lamb and I are alumni of....on my part....along with a little on the Kennedy family whom I idolized in my youth. There was no political talk at the memorial....and at this vigil....but I did make one comment....."I hope you help bring the Democrat Party back to what it was before'.....or something very similar to that.
My next story is from a few hours ago. With Christmas over I needed a little day trip by myself to listen to the radio....drink coffee....and contemplate America....as I 'Sunday drive' through a little portion of it. I do this often and these day trips are just about always rural. As I headed northwest in eastern Ohio I passed a man walking south along the side of the road. He was wearing a backpack and attached to it was a cross of about five feet in length. Well I'm not just going to pass that up. I turned around and came back....pulling in a little in front of him....and waited.
His name is John Moore and he started his walk earlier this year from San Francisco.....and was headed to Washington D. C. for the January 18th March For Life. John is my age....sixty-eight. His twenty-five year old daughter was somewhere in the area in the car. She gave up a year of her life to accompany her father with the necessities that he needs on his walk. John and I talked for about ten minutes about various things. He was very humble. I offered Christian encouragement...and he was on his way. You can Google 'John Moore-walk across the country' to read a little about his walk.
My next story is from a few hours ago. With Christmas over I needed a little day trip by myself to listen to the radio....drink coffee....and contemplate America....as I 'Sunday drive' through a little portion of it. I do this often and these day trips are just about always rural. As I headed northwest in eastern Ohio I passed a man walking south along the side of the road. He was wearing a backpack and attached to it was a cross of about five feet in length. Well I'm not just going to pass that up. I turned around and came back....pulling in a little in front of him....and waited.
His name is John Moore and he started his walk earlier this year from San Francisco.....and was headed to Washington D. C. for the January 18th March For Life. John is my age....sixty-eight. His twenty-five year old daughter was somewhere in the area in the car. She gave up a year of her life to accompany her father with the necessities that he needs on his walk. John and I talked for about ten minutes about various things. He was very humble. I offered Christian encouragement...and he was on his way. You can Google 'John Moore-walk across the country' to read a little about his walk.
