Return of the me.

Well... it has been a while. A woman in Detroit gave me a call and said that I should update this. I think it's been long enough that she's right. Where I left off... the funeral of my Grandfather. What a memory. I was in the Army at the time (oh... I got out of the Army and moved to Portland, Maine about a year ago) and my family wanted me to be part of the military color guard. So decked out in my finest and looking like a Christmas tree I helped to fold the flag from my Grandfather's coffin and proceeded to give it to his widow. I did fine up until I saluted... As I brought my hand down tears welled in my eyes like my eyes had stored all the tears of my life for one moment, and the dam broke. I walked away with stiff resolve but my cousin, in her beautiful compassion walked up and gave me a hug allowing me to bury my head in shoulder and sob. After that we went to the church and true to form the family fell into petty bickering. God bless them, someone should. After that I returned to Detroit. I continued my disillusioned career in the Military as long as I could stand it, then moved to Maine. Let me say that I am proud to have served in the military and better for having served my country. It just came to a point that I realized my job would become an ever-continuing volume of paper mounds and bureaucracy. Later I would learn that no matter what the job they all come complete with custom colors of nicely tied strings around piles of steaming papers. At least I don't have to salute any more.In this time I have loved, or thought I did... and lost. Embarked on journeys of discovery and gotten happily lost. Journeyed through multiple countries and countrysides. Seen the sunrise on one coast then set on another. And of course there will always be my moment with the world's largest weather vane. All in all I am having a decent run of it. Let's just not talk about work... for I spend my nights wondering a hospital, split between worker and management. I love the worker side and hate the management side. But yet I am one of them and it sucks, for they are belligerently sadistic and not worth the cost in energy for you to read about them. At least this night.In the coming month I will resign my job and start college again full time. I am very much looking forward to it. Someday I will go out into the world with a piece of paper that says I know a thing or two about politics and marketing (or BS and how to sell it). With that I shall try to make the world a better place on a larger scale. Until then I will do what I can from here, and promise that I will keep you more in the know.

Return of the me.

Well... it has been a while. A woman in Detroit gave me a call and said that I should update this. I think it's been long enough that she's right. Where I left off... the funeral of my Grandfather. What a memory. I was in the Army at the time (oh... I got out of the Army and moved to Portland, Maine about a year ago) and my family wanted me to be part of the military color guard. So decked out in my finest and looking like a Christmas tree I helped to fold the flag from my Grandfather's coffin and proceeded to give it to his widow. I did fine up until I saluted... As I brought my hand down tears welled in my eyes like my eyes had stored all the tears of my life for one moment, and the dam broke. I walked away with stiff resolve but my cousin, in her beautiful compassion walked up and gave me a hug allowing me to bury my head in shoulder and sob. After that we went to the church and true to form the family fell into petty bickering. God bless them, someone should. After that I returned to Detroit. I continued my disillusioned career in the Military as long as I could stand it, then moved to Maine. Let me say that I am proud to have served in the military and better for having served my country. It just came to a point that I realized my job would become an ever-continuing volume of paper mounds and bureaucracy. Later I would learn that no matter what the job they all come complete with custom colors of nicely tied strings around piles of steaming papers. At least I don't have to salute any more.In this time I have loved, or thought I did... and lost. Embarked on journeys of discovery and gotten happily lost. Journeyed through multiple countries and countrysides. Seen the sunrise on one coast then set on another. And of course there will always be my moment with the world's largest weather vane. All in all I am having a decent run of it. Let's just not talk about work... for I spend my nights wondering a hospital, split between worker and management. I love the worker side and hate the management side. But yet I am one of them and it sucks, for they are belligerently sadistic and not worth the cost in energy for you to read about them. At least this night.In the coming month I will resign my job and start college again full time. I am very much looking forward to it. Someday I will go out into the world with a piece of paper that says I know a thing or two about politics and marketing (or BS and how to sell it). With that I shall try to make the world a better place on a larger scale. Until then I will do what I can from here, and promise that I will keep you more in the know.

Return of the me.

Well... it has been a while. A woman in Detroit gave me a call and said that I should update this. I think it's been long enough that she's right. Where I left off... the funeral of my Grandfather. What a memory. I was in the Army at the time (oh... I got out of the Army and moved to Portland, Maine about a year ago) and my family wanted me to be part of the military color guard. So decked out in my finest and looking like a Christmas tree I helped to fold the flag from my Grandfather's coffin and proceeded to give it to his widow. I did fine up until I saluted... As I brought my hand down tears welled in my eyes like my eyes had stored all the tears of my life for one moment, and the dam broke. I walked away with stiff resolve but my cousin, in her beautiful compassion walked up and gave me a hug allowing me to bury my head in shoulder and sob. After that we went to the church and true to form the family fell into petty bickering. God bless them, someone should. After that I returned to Detroit. I continued my disillusioned career in the Military as long as I could stand it, then moved to Maine. Let me say that I am proud to have served in the military and better for having served my country. It just came to a point that I realized my job would become an ever-continuing volume of paper mounds and bureaucracy. Later I would learn that no matter what the job they all come complete with custom colors of nicely tied strings around piles of steaming papers. At least I don't have to salute any more.In this time I have loved, or thought I did... and lost. Embarked on journeys of discovery and gotten happily lost. Journeyed through multiple countries and countrysides. Seen the sunrise on one coast then set on another. And of course there will always be my moment with the world's largest weather vane. All in all I am having a decent run of it. Let's just not talk about work... for I spend my nights wondering a hospital, split between worker and management. I love the worker side and hate the management side. But yet I am one of them and it sucks, for they are belligerently sadistic and not worth the cost in energy for you to read about them. At least this night.In the coming month I will resign my job and start college again full time. I am very much looking forward to it. Someday I will go out into the world with a piece of paper that says I know a thing or two about politics and marketing (or BS and how to sell it). With that I shall try to make the world a better place on a larger scale. Until then I will do what I can from here, and promise that I will keep you more in the know.

Iowa Days

My Grandfather will not die. He has not had food for over two weeks. He has not received any form of nourishment in at least 3 days, to include water. Morphine is all they can give him. We have had moments were we thought it would be it, but then he presses on with a breath that sends shivers down my spine. He cannot speak, it has been over a day since he showed signs of acknowledging our presence. The moaning is the worst. It is a moan that only one who is truly struggling against death can give. To hear it is to listen to the wind of life on a cold desolate day. The nurses and Chaplain are amazed at the family he has. At any given time there are always 5 of us at the hospital. When we assemble there are nearly thirty I imagine. This is his legacy, and a wonderful one it is. I see myself throughout other members of my family. At times I could believe that I am the son of my Aunt, for we share the same humor. However I have care towards every member of the family and count myself proud to carry the name, Walker.

I just got t...

I just got the call that my Grandfather is going to die tonight. I am heading home in the morning. I feel helpless.

Your Vik...

Your Viking Name is...K?ri Stronghawk Your Viking Personality: You're a fearsome Viking, but you aren't completely uncivilized. The other Vikings make fun of you for that. You are strong and tireless, frequently shouldering burdens that would tire lesser men. You're not a "berserker", but you're among the toughest sane Vikings around. You would have a very tough time making a long sea voyage in a Viking longboat. Other Vikings consider you "one of the guys". You don't have a lot of tact, so it's lucky Vikings never cared much for diplomacy. You sometimes come off as a bit of a snob. Vikings are not snobbish people -- they either like you, or they kill you. Try to be more like a Viking.

Laughbaum finally ...

Laughbaum finally left today. Chapter closed on that girl.