the title to a song, cira ’70…

October 17, 2011

This is a really old post I never published. Not sure why but I found it recently when I was cleaning up my computer. Forgive me for the delay.

Another sunrise, this one through the fog of KY. I liked the way the low lying fog hid the houses and barns and covered the trees and grasses while outlining the rising sun. The glowing rays breaking through the fog in a picture of new awaking. Always my best time of day.

It’s only been 10 days since my last post. OK, way too long, need to post every couple of days. I think I told you I’d post every other day or something like that. Guess I’m way behind. Sorry. But just like your days, mine just aren’t that interesting day after day. I don’t fight fires, play cops and robbers, or save people in an ER. I get up, brush both my teeth, get undressed, get dressed, and make my bed. Then I walk to the ‘cockpit’, start the motor and motor away, looking for sunrises. Most days pretty boring. But then probably so are yours!

The backup of traffic as I headed to Columbus, OH was caused by what is left on this bridge. I heard a semi-truck left the highway as it hit the bridge walls, caught fire when the reefer fuel tank was ripped from the underbelly of the trailer on its way to the bottom of the small creek below the bridge. The distance below the bridge was deep enough not to allow a view of the rig. Must have been something to see. I pray the driver wasn’t too seriously hurt.

I had some work done on the APU, now it runs a lot better. I can sleep at night knowing it’ll start and shut off when it should. Headed to Sioux Falls with a load of 3M something and damaged the trailer hinges backing into a dark undercover dock. Then had to take the trailer back to the terminal in Sioux Falls for repairs. From there I picked up a relay to Ontario, CA. Where I am tonight.

One Way – for the Jesus Movement it meant the way to heaven…

I’m just about done with a book about the Jesus Movement. Actually, it’s about why the Jesus Movement lost the love of its birth. Having been there for its birth, this is of great interest to me. Reborn to be Wild traces the birth of the movement, its youth and coming of age and what was believed by many to be its death. At least that’s what ‘our parent’s church’ hoped for. I’d never really given it much thought; how we had changed. I knew I had but then I knew why. But why the Movement? Why did we stop being Jesus People? And how do we find that spark, that love we lost so we could start over again? A good read if you were one of them.

Aftermath of truck and motorcycle accident on Cajon Pass, north of the LA basin, that caused my delay coming into SoCal by 4 hours!! First a motorcycle and SUV crashed, killing the cycleguy. Then a semi-trailer full of cardboard catch fire, closing the highway for hours. I waited in Barstow over 4 hours, than averaged 38mph coming over the hill.

School has started for many, cross walks are full again and there’s a cool crisp in the air. Snow was forecast last weekend for the upper edge of the great lakes….burrrrrrrrr. Enjoy the change of seasons where you live.


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