Was driving my F-150 in a dream, saw a Harley half on/off the road with a guy laying in front of it. Thought I would help him out so he didn't get picked up. I stopped and asked if he was alright? I startled him, he got up and I realized it was my best friend who died last July. I ran back to the truck as he tried to grab my arm, "Are you trying to get my bike? he said as I shook off his grip. As he continued to try to grab my shoulder through the door window I pulled out and high-tailed it. How is it he didn't recognize me? He was a troubled soul, no wonder with his ex-cheating wife insisting on his Harley when all of us knew it was intended for Tyler; his only son, now 25. Troubled souls... let them rest! I say, move along. Went on a 2 1/2 "hour" hike yesterday through the Watchung Reservation in NJ alone. It was easy and inspiring. Each step leaning me more and more. Pushed a lot of steel today, still not free of last week's effort. Today I hit the loop below the first loop on my belt, the one I put in my favorite belt 5 years ago. First time since. Left me with the thought; I CAN get there from here!
Dead Man dreams...
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Glycomann, thankfully not, and they should refrain from that activity within 30 feet of a water source, it's in the scout manual ( well, at least the one I read in the 70s)!
Lifts, thanks for pointing out my error, I meant to write a 2 1/2 "hour" hike, which went anywhere from 5 to 7 miles through ravines and over Hills.Comment
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