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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Second Cross Country

Tossed like a salad. Whipped like cream. Tumbled like clothes in a dryer. That's how I felt this morning flying through 30 knot headwinds south to Decatur. I landed there with the wind at 17 knots gusting to 22, and my tongue hanging out. But my mission continued. I took off to Graham around 1800 Zulu and into calmer winds, landing there on runway 18 with 5 knot winds. At the fixed base operator, I met Bill who handed me the binder that Cathy, president of our chapter of the 99s, left there for me, and I in turn left her an envelope for her. The worst of the winds had passed by, and the remaining leg felt less bumpy. Two missions accomplished: Flying for my cross country requirements, and picking up the binder in Graham. I phoned MyMrMallory to say I would arrive home very soon.
Image by my iPhone of my way home.

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.