I recently finished a book by Donald Trump. Good stuff! I bought the book, How to Get Rich, at a used book store in downtown Crawfordsville. It might be the best $3.45 I’ve ever spent. I didn’t buy the book to become rich. I didn’t buy it because I want to go into real estate.Continue reading “The Best in Real Estate–Donald Trump”
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Weeks, Months, Years
Martin Magers, this post is for you! Thirty-four is not only the number of hours I spent driving in the car. It is the number of weeks my wife has been pregnant. It is the number of months my wife and I have known each other. And it is the number of years since SirContinue reading “Weeks, Months, Years”
34 (Part 6)
Thirty-four hours, in a packed car, with a large dog in the passenger seat. That was the setting. That was my solitary confinement. I know I said I was getting sick of telling you about my drive, and I was. But I feel like I should share one last thing. Thirty-four hours in solitary confinement leads to aContinue reading “34 (Part 6)”
34 (Part 5)
So you’re probably sick of hearing about my drive by now. I am too. So let me sum up the last day in this way: Nebraska, Iowa, Missouri, and Illinois all look the same. They’re part of the infamous Corn Belt, Great Plains, Midwest, etc. I’ve known this from geography class and from growing upContinue reading “34 (Part 5)”
34 (Part 4)
I slept at a Pilot Gas Station. Five hours worth. Maybe six. When I woke up, two things caught my attention. First, Gideon had stolen my blankets. Second, mountains stood all around; and, on top of the mountains was snow. No wonder I was cold and couldn’t sleep! As I began my second day ofContinue reading “34 (Part 4)”
34 (Part 3)
I didn’t plan to bash NASA in my last post. I just happened to experience something in the next leg of my journey that reminded me of NASA. Mentioning these space gurus simply provided a good segue. Speaking of segues, I was crossing the border into Idaho. As I was driving, I saw a trainContinue reading “34 (Part 3)”
34 (Part 2)
Living is giving. Living is giving. The quote ran through my head as I drove through the Columbia River Gorge. And it continued as I drove through the Hood River area and through the Dalles. The phrase faded and I drove in silence, admiring the plateaus, the river, the waterfalls, the untouched hills, the windContinue reading “34 (Part 2)”