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The Good Old Days

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I lived, for a while, in Cheyenne, Wyoming where “Cowboy up!” was a normal part of the conversation.

I loved Frontier Days, the last week in July with parades on Saturday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, and, of course, the “Daddy of All Rodeos.”

Cowboy life – how dramatic and inviting – at least until you think about the reality back in the 19th century.

As they say, don’t squat with your spurs on – and on the trail there were no roadside rest stops with clean restrooms.

Coffee made by throwing a handful of grounds into a metal coffee pot full of creek water.

The smell that comes after herding a couple hundred head (and therefore rears) of cattle. “Cow pies” (yep, that’s what I’m talking about) are even nastier than the “road apples” produce by the horses.

Bathing? Shaving? Clean clothes? Not so much.

So, my (real-honest-to-goodness cowboy) hat is off to those who paved the way.

But I’ll take my twenty-first century comforts, thank you.

Minor Blessings

There are major blessings – My faith, my wife, my family – and there are minor blessings.

Some of the minor blessings I’ve had relate to places where I’ve lived. When we lived in Baton Rouge, a trip to New Orleans was as easy as a trip to the mall.

When we lived in Florida, a trip to Disney World or Universal Studios was a day trip and I watched space shuttle launches from my driveway.

While living in Wyoming, a trip to the high plains was, well, just outside the back door, and the Rocky Mountains were an easy drive.

Living in Virginia, I frequently drive by famous battlefields from the Revolutionary or Civil War. I can quickly get to the beach and with very little effort, to the mountains.

My wife and I are enjoying a long weekend together and decided to head up to Washington, DC – another quick trip. Since it is so close, and we have no specific agenda; we parked the car and will use the Metro for most, if not all travels. Who knows where we’ll end up?

I brought my camera, and haven’t taken any pictures yet, so there’s no picture today. I’ll try to post tonight, but, this is DC, so there hotel has a $10 charge per device for internet access and the next 24 hour chunk of access is her turn.

Nevertheless, the important thing is that as I’ve traveled through this life, God has blessed me at every turn. I guess it’s His way of saying, “I’m here,” and more importantly, “I care.”

Whether a blessing is earth-shatteringly large, or as small as finding something you’ve given up for lost, it’s nice to know God is here, and here for me.

He’s there for you to – and He’s never hard to find, if you just look for Him.

Forgotten Hero

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“America’s Greatest Flag Officer” by Chuck Steele which appears in the June 2013 issue of Naval History magazine, is fascinating. When most people thing of World War I they immediately think of John “Black Jack” Pershing. Pershing’s success and reputation is no accident; he chose assignments based on how well they would benefit his future success. While stationed at Fort Russell in Wyoming, he married Frances Warren the daughter of the most powerful politician in the state (also named Francis).

Pershing used his political clout with Teddy Roosevelt to be promoted from captain directly to brigadier general, skipping over 3 ranks and 860 senior officers. He achieved the highest rank ever awarded – “U.S. General of the Armies” equivalent to a six-star general. It was such a unique honor that Congress in 1976 posthumously promoted George Washington out of courtesy.

In the meantime, William S. Sims career was unfolding in somewhat a similar manner. The difference was that he tended to seek assignments that would better the ability of the Navy, taking chances that could have hurt his career but were nevertheless the right thing to do. He accepted assignments that exposed him to the British, French and Russian Navies, and when he realized that the US Navy was not an equal, he pressed against the bureaucracy for years to bring about improvements. It’s testimony to his ability that he was able to take on the establishment and still be promoted.

American entry into the world war was critical to its outcome, and it ended a year and a half later. During that time, Sims was a most effective officer, while Pershing managed to infuriate his French counterpart.

Today, history remembers Pershing and has all but forgotten Sims. However, Sims made his choices based on what was best for the Navy, and did not seek glory, so I think he’d be fine with that.

Virginia Winters

coldHaving lived in different parts of the country I notice a bit of a difference between climes. In Wyoming, unless it was below zero and there was the chance of being stuck somewhere, I wore my suit coat, shirt and tie to work all winter. In Virginia, when it gets to 50 degrees, everyone wears the down filled “Michelin Man” coats.

I have no problem with that.

At my son’s soccer game (The “Icebreaker” Tournament) today, everyone was frozen to the core at 40 degrees, including me.

My friends back in Wyoming and Ohio are laughing at me.

So be it.

However, I have robins, daffodils and neighbors working on their yards.

I use my snow shovel primarily as an extra-large dust pan.

Life is good.