wandering continued

since we were so close to paris we got to go twice that i can remember<><>my mom had the same angina that i have today but back then i was running to the attractions while my mom was holding her heart<<>all in one day i walked or dragged them to the effile tower, the seine, the louve, the london bridge bbefore it was moved to america, westminster abby, sidewalk artists, cafes, norte dame, and my mom almost had a heart attack by the end of the day<><>she was breathless<><>she was a good sport and did not give up for anybody and was always fun loveing and generous to us kids<><>we ate veal parmision in luxemborg, skiing in le3ngelborg switzerland<><>i ended up as a beginner skiier on an advanced slope and in four different languages< french, german, spanish, and italian was told to get off the slope before i killed myself>><>i missed several  trees and kept going faster and faster and how i stopped, i can never remember<><>we had a hot roll and chocolate for breakfast, no coffee in our hostel<><>we saw mt. titless which was named for two large indentations below  the top of the mountain that looked like a woman's head<><>we went around interlaken and viewed the most beautiful mountains in the world, the swiss alps<><>we went to bern and i bought myself a watch which i have since lost but of course purchased my country patches and spoons which i got whereever i stopped<><>we went to the atonium in brussels which was the site of the 1959 world's fair and hiked up the first of eight atoms measuring eight by eight by eight feet<><>we missed the actual fair by two years><<>i felt like chevy chase stading in ront of wally's world demanding to be let in><<>we always had a habit of going to any zoo nearby and so when we went to an lds conferance in frankfurt germany, we stopped at the zoo<><>it was so fun to walk over all the cobblestone and see all the cathederals n every small town<><>well all that ended andi

wandering

while writing my book, i came across this which i had lost<><><>my one year in europe<><><>i knew is was hooked on walking everywhere because of a bad habit called wandering<><>it can be dangerous but tell that to a seveenteen year old kid<>><<>when i was in amsterdam i had just started off towards the direction of the sea and all of a sudden i saw these giagantic walls built to keep the water out of that city><<>they towerered skyward and it scared me to think that tons and tons of sea water were heaped up on the other side of that wall<><>it was especially scarybecause i was stepping in water that seemed to be coming from those great walls<><>it was muddy, scummy water and then i looked up and saw this monument with an inscription<<>it was very hard to get close to the area because of all the debis: there were no sidewalks or direction<><>when i got close it read" in memory of a dutch boy who stuck his thumb in the dike at this spot and saved the people of amsterdam from a break in the dike and from certain death<><<><>we continued our trips to all the fjords of norway and ferrys to harris island where all the tweeds are made and to the gardens of tivoli in copenhagen and to the radhaus in bergen and the gypsies of skye<><>our trip home this time from europe  was premature in my mind<><>only 340 days most of which was spent graduating from high school and listening to sister phillips teach us the gospel of jesus christ in the old army barracks that we sued as our high school chemistry class when we were not there for sunday school and sacrament meeting<><><>and of course me using my dad's gasoline liter tickets to put gas in my motorbike so i could tool over to margie's house at toul airforce base{canadian} or go to luxemborg or a million tiny french towns all over northeaster france, always running out of gas or breaking down and having to use old eighty year old frenchmen to get me phone contact with my dad so he could come and pick me up and my broken down motor bike up and take us home<><>we took a family vaction to london  where we got to see the famous wax museum, piccadilly circus, the thames, tower of london, the queen, buckingham palace, a very friendly englishman who spent the whole day showing us around probably because he was attracted to diane, my sister

be on the look out for a new book at your book stands<><><>david barlow {the putz} has counted 679 stories about a half a page long each in his book ignoble enigma,also in an old forotten trunk in his attic with some old geneology, also in writings of 6 years of blog writing

this has frankly been a lot of work even with the computer to help me<><>i always thought i would be discovered by some beautiful editor out there and she would publish me for all the world to see in reader's digest. and then my book would be a best seller>><<>now here i sit trying to ferrit all this out for myself and the only two people who even would read it are bob and michelle{maybe no surf sahra, and lorinchristie from new yrk

update{whatever that means}

some kind soul told me the other day that blogs needed to be updated whether or not you actually blog anymore<<><>once he received a letter from the mayor of his town, tooele, affter they researched the fact that he was the only person ever who had received all three, the SilvER EXpLoRER, EAgLE SCoUT AND DuTY TO GOD AwaRD from his church...i used to buy black cherry sodas with a cherry on top and whipped cream for a nickle at caldwell's drug, my brother in law's store on main street...i had my shoes repaired at a real shoemaker's shop[always had my heel replaced because i walked sideways on my foot,.,.later had to wear lifts to correct the problem}, by mr. pianzoe just around the corner from the afore mentioned drug store...i once saw a fight between, two mexican girls on main street and being female fought ferouchiously with knives..i went to visit richard kroff when he owned a cleaning store on main street for dating advice and glen also ran his service station on main street where the family always bought their tires...i took math classes from leroy hanna, who was also my aviation teacher...i was stubborn, bullheaded, very insecure, a little arragant, clumsy, and not too bright, but very frugal with money and always acted with great loyality around people i respected, admired and loved, as a consequence they ended up owning me

i am not going into age 70, quietly

i am not going into age 70, quietly><><>i will be screaming, ranting, raving saying""not fair""//it really wasn't fair<><>i am being picked on unfairly<><>the time did not go as slow for me as for other poeople and so i was cheated, yes cheated>>it really really isn't fair> i will be dead within 20 years, yes kaput, dead. i feeel 14 inside, i really do. i don't think my now dead parents wanted this for me. i don't even know how to spell correctly yet. when they oooed and awed at me in my crip, they had better things in mind...not one ,, even my wife has ever thought of me as seventy...i haven't done anything yet>>i haven't been president of the united statatesyet'">i haven't been a bishop yet...i have not climbed an entire mountain yet or played tennis in austrailia or london><<>i have certainly not led a sinnless lifeor walked to the sea for salt<>,.it is not fair...i want time>>time to accomplish..i don't want wine women or song anymore,, but by gosh i used too...i have cleaned too many toilets and have not made a dent in anyone's religion<><><>70 damn, not 60 not 50 not 40 not 30, but 70,.,.,i wonder how i am going to die?????i want to be swept up into heaven in a cheriot of candy floss or flushed down in a sea of 7 up{for rhymes wit i am going to try to cut the crap and be nice>>>hummmm a suggestion{comment} to redeem myself

Snow Antics

the big TALL gangly one in the red scarf is the putz
the samll one in the total yellow ice suit did most of theabove 20 foot mark