A very long Journey since leaving Pullman

The America in this video is like the closest thing you can come to heaven on earth.



I do believe this is in the Cour Delane area of Idaho, an area I was raised up not far from, and yes, what a beautiful area it was back at the time.

I'm sure I'd of been a small kid though when this video was shot and created.

And as a kid or youth, I remember the Posey's, Mike Posey and his grandparents, had a cabin on that same lake, and would invite me to go with them there on occasion. And to this day, some of the best memories of my life were the trips I took with them there.

That area, back then, was so peaceful, so clean, and so crime free.

Back when America, at least in my opinion, really stood for something, mainly freedom.

Not sure what today's America stands for as today, sadly, government and big business, seem to have merged to really control and manipulate every aspect of our lives now.
And politicians on both sides, can't seem to leave their ideologies out of legislative policies.

I really do miss the America in this video, I really miss that area, back then, back when law and order mattered, back when border security taken seriously, and back when not just anyone could cross the border and be let in.

The America in this video now just seems like a distant dream.

It's Monday, and I need to get dressed

It's Monday and even though not working, I still need to get dressed, cause getting dressed puts me in a 'get something done' mindset.

But if walk around place naked and nude all day, then I stay lazy all day.

So, that being said, I'm going to get dressed, shave, hair, hat, and all of that, and get ready to try to mold the day in my favor.

I miss this thing, still have it, haven't flown it forever though cause lithium batteries were defective



Drones were all the crave about 6 years ago.

At times I can't believe I'm still here, I really can't.

Not sure where fate is leading me anymore.

I'm alive, so I continue to think and write.

Nothing has really turned out like I imagined.

I live a steady unmeaningful life on the margin, and that's about it.

I wanted things to be different, but society just changed to fast for me, I think I'm still stuck in then 1970's era of how things are suppose to be.

I'm already dead to most, years ago, I'm sure I was already dead to them.

When people ignore you from your past, it means they want you dead, I know that's a ugly way of putting it but it's true.

How does that make me feel?

Just depends on what mood I'm in.

I do know life and people aren't what I thought they were (The bears are who we thought they were/NFL)...couldn't resist that.

I matter not to no one.

That would make most bitter or jaded, me, I've just learned to accept it.

It is what it is.

As Is



A Pullman, WA child or ghost.
A Albion, WA child or ghost.

Lewiston/Clarkston/Spokane/Cour Delane, ID child and or ghost.

Ricky S
Mike B
Lance G
Dan P
Leo H
Dan K
Steve L
Carlo F
Julian M
Todd K
John W
Tony C
The La Plants
The Emersons
The Posey's
The Stones
Julie F
Kathy B
The Harpers
Ted
Bob M
Jim A

And the rest.
I'm still here, and if I'm still here so are you.



As Is.

Just some misc photos with commentary



Have all these photos of various places and people, so may as well start sharing them.

Why did I create this place and why do I even still come here?

It's where I feel the least creative actually, as if stuck in the past as a person 'I was', but not the person I've evolved into do to my particular life path.

I think I just come here for my own therapy, since there's no one else to talk about Pullman or the past with.

Why should I not think or write about stuff in my just cause there's no one to physically share it with?

Just like why should I stop living just cause others block me out of their existence?

Neither to both, and maybe I do both, continue to do both out of rebellion.

In the end, maybe it's I, those they forgot, who wants to get the last laugh, who knows.