Another Start

Greetings, glad to return. It's been far too long. Much has happened. Somethings of importance, much less so. I am stuck in a writer's rut, but my mission is to escape. Hopefully, today. I am back in Glen Ellyn, it's a wonderful time of year. Cold, clear, leaves have fallen and winter is near. Playoff football is on-going. The Hitters made it to the semi-finals. Maybe this is the year. They play Lake Zurich in four days. An excellent "revenge" match-up as this year's senior class has only 1 loss on their total 4 years of football. Guess who it is. Yes, Lake Zurich. So we will see if the state championship and revenge is enough motivation. I predict a Glenbard West blow-out, victory by more than 20 points. I'm confident. I hope the team is. Next topic. Health. One word, shaky. Weight is up, cardiac strength is down. Mental side is not good either. But, things always change. Let's hope "Another Start" becomes my zero marker and I accomplish a 100 miler this time. Focus is on diet and exercise. And less wine. Boy, do I like wine. Next thought. Mental stress kills. Therefore, beware of mental stress. Do something to get that mind of yours back on a positive track, quickly before the strain becomes unbearable. What strain, you ask. The strain of watching your country make a hard "left turn" and become a socialist, almost Marxist, nation right before your eyes. I have already changed my habits. Limit thyself to but one hour of Fox and two hours of talk radio. Focus on things you can control. Do things while you still have your health. Don't give in, grow up, face the music, change what you can and thank God for each healthy day. Read, read, and read some more. Return to that instruction manual. You know the one. B-I-B-L-E, it stands for Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. The spirit is forever. I hope my belly isn't. Big news, I am thisclose to buying a land yacht. It cost the same as my Lincoln Park apartment, but it should be more fun and less homeowner assessments. My instincts say the price is right, the vehicle is in solid shape, the decision would get me going again. I always wanted to see the USA in something other than a Chevrolet. Decision day is very near. I will keep you posted. Maybe the biggest news that I have not shared with you is I bought a cabin in Dexter, Kansas. Yes, a cabin. Quaint, small, homey, and extremely important. It is on the exact land that my Great-Grandfather Captain James McDermott homesteaded and then donated to found the town of Dexter. Elton John's "Circle of Life" should be playing in the background. I return to the Flint Hills of Kansas and I am at ease. I belong. I am getting more involved. Bob and Margaret Massey have become my adopted parental figures now that Doris and Ellis have passed. Their mission named "Heritage Ranch" is evolving and I plan to be a part of the team. I have already donated "Whitey" the Mercedes wagon and the Ford F250 may be next. I foresee many trips to Dexter. Well, it's early Tuesday morning and time for another walk outside even though it's cold. Have to, it's a matter of life and death to me. Gotta go. Adios, you illegal voting block.