Poetry, Nature’s Picture and catching the Orinoco Flow on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..


“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” Helen Keller

“Life is one’s house, of what one will become, the accumulation of one’s efforts and takes time to build..everyday is a stone for the foundation of that house and part of the whole…don’t lose any sleep over stones that have been put in place, for they are now a memory, instead look forward and concentrate on what the house will finally become“..

“The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposing ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Hello Diary,

Managed to wake up on the green side of the grass this morning, to some sunshine and fog…

Sat morning view

It appears to be pleasant outdoors but looks are deceiving as it is very warm and humid, much like the Tropics…. A good day to relax indoors and contemplate the tomorrows… and while doing that, thought I would pop in and share a few thoughts.. Too hot to ramble on so will share some poetry and leave negativity outdoors… 🙂 in history’s past I wrote a poem while contemplating my tomorrows…

Tell me , Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I was not a king or president,
No powers did I hold,
I wasn’t a preacher or a pope,
No sermon for the fold.

Never learned to speak fine words
A country bumkin’ was I.
Were taught never to tell a falsehood
Learned never to tell a lie.

So tell me , Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

Can no longer build cities
The back is tired and sore,
Turned the green earth into a parking lot once
A forest….. into a general store,

I was a soldier once
No longer have the heart for war, I say
Children’s cry of suffering, I did hear
A memory still here today.

So tell me, Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I’ve tilled the soil as a farmer
Fed the world is what they say,
But I see the faces of hunger
Still this very day.

I’ve donated love, time and money
Ask for nothing in return,
But I see nothing has changed today
Will they ever learn?

I’ve tilled the fields and went to war
Helped build cities, towns and much more,
Sowed fields of flowers with tenderness an love
Has my destiny run it’s course, is there any more?

So tell me, Fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny suppose to be?
( Larry “Dutch” Woller (8-18-2008))

Back before Facebook, Twitter, etc I were blogging on Yahoo 360 (in 2005), and like today, chatted with people all over the world… some were like ships passing in the night and for some we became friends of sorts over time… one such person were June Clark (she is the lady in purple, she passed away at the age of 88 in 2014)…

chris clark

She lived in the small village of Skendleby, Lincolnshire, England…if you don’t know where that is at, Skendleby is a stones throw from Spilsby… 🙂 she was a poet (a distant cousin to Elizabeth Barrett Browning) and in her younger years, wrote articles for some of the newspapers, wrote poetry and articles under the name of Chris Clark… anyway, like everyone else, we would share thoughts about our worlds, etc. and on occasion share poetry… here is one of her poems…

Comes the Peace,
where others fight.

But, within the Self,
the poppies blow
from time to time.

Listening to others;
fighting their cause,
Rakes up the soil
that belonged once to you.

Turns up the stones,
exposes the worms
in the barren plot,
where nothing grew!

But hearts DON’T break,
that much is true;
They go on beating,
they have to do!

They go on beating
throughout the years,
Though bones start creaking
And pains cause tears,

Aches for the cared for,
who now don’t care.
Aches for the skilful miles that stretch
Further even than the years.

But worst of all is the hardening heart,
That little moves as the fast years fly.
For alas the heart knows the answer
To the everlasting WHY!
by Chris Clark, 2011

She were also a artist of sorts as in the late fall she would venture into the gardens, forests, etc. and gather leaves, twigs, etc and during the winter doldrums she would make pictures like the one below (gluing each piece in place), that she sent me a number of years back…

jc picture 2

A picture made by Nature, try painting that!!!… 🙂

Well, I had better close, starting to get very warm so shut down the PC to keep from generating heat.. Will probably turn on my little MP3 player, listen to some soft music and meditate for a bit, check in with destiny… perhaps even dream about a world where everyone speaks the same language; LOVE and PEACE!!.. 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

After meditating for a time, will set sail, leave safe harbor and catch the Orinoco Flow, all eyes to the horizon and adventure… 🙂

Hope, dreams and we are the world on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..


(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“Laugh when you can, apologize when you should and let go of what you cannot change” Noel Letty

“When one suddenly finds oneself in the swamp up to their armpits in alligators, it is difficult to remember the objective was to drain the swamp”..

“A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” Leo Buscaglia

Hello Diary,

Another heat wave approaching so have been busy last few days preparing… have outdoor tasks finished, decided today to make the meals for the rest of the week…


There are actually two meals in each plate, for noon meal and late meal, put in refrigerator or freezer… all I need is microwave, no creating heat… 🙂 I also made some ozone strips, called
“Schoenbein” paper…

ozone strips

They have a coating of potassium iodide, corn starch and water on them… I take on to a protected location, let set for 8 hours and strip will turn a color, how dark will depend on how much ozone in the air…

done strip

I have a graph that I can use to determine the amount of ozone in the air at ground level…


Then I send my data to the National Weather Service….so much for backyard science… 🙂

I ventured off the path briefly to check the news and two stories got my attention, one dealing with guns… guns accomplish nothing, create pain, hate and suffering….peace and the pen is still mightier than the sword… Mr. Eisenhower and I agree on something and there are no guns on the path least traveled…

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. “ Dwight D. Eisenhower

The second subject matter were immigrants and refugees… life is about dreams and EVERYONE has dreams, about love, their destiny, etc… I have watched over time countries trying to use force to impose their ideologies onto other countries, creating havoc, pain, suffering, even death to those who only wish to live their dreams.. people who witness mankind’s inhumanity against mankind, and when those people seek help, those same countries turn their backs on the people, to deny them….it does not speak well for the human race!…

“When we begin to build walls of prejudice, hatred, pride, and self-indulgence around ourselves, we are more surely imprisoned than any prisoner behind concrete walls and iron bars.” Mother Angelica

I believe the words from Les Miserables says it best…

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And I still dream he’ll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather!

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now, from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

That does not happen on the path least traveled…

immigrant t

One can follow their dream (in spite of denial from others) and always hope, for hope is the last to die….
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” Emily Dickinson

Well, better close for now, and venture on down the path, have my tomorrows to contemplate, my dreams to chase and adventures to pursue… but I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

No matter what people might say, no matter how different you are and they may look down on you and ridicule, you/we are the world… 🙂

Mosquitoes, dreams and you are who you wish to be on the path least traveled

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..


(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, the man who at best knows achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” – Theodore Roosevelt

Hello Diary,

It’s a Sunday morning here, quiet with a bit of sun…. finished ordering some supplies online, taking a break with a spot of tea, and thought I would pop in and share some thoughts… earlier I had turned my data in to the Invasive Mosquito Project… they are using data gathered by volunteers like me to help control disease carrying mosquitoes….what I do is collect the eggs, if any… I made my own egg collecting cups…

mos trap

Using brown coffee filters… every seven days (do not want them to hatch) I change the filters and let the “used” filters dry…

mos drying

I then use my little USB microscope…


And I search the dried filters for any eggs… once in awhile I will find them and the eggs will look like this…

mos egg #1

If I find any eggs, I will dampen the filter , put the filter in a sealed Zip-Loc bag and send the filter to the headquarters of the project where they can hatch the eggs and determine the type of mosquito and what actions may be needed to deal with any possible disease… 🙂

“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any creature, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.” W. Penn

Getting away from science for a bit, I ventured off the path least traveled to check the news of the world, I see conflict and suffering is continuing… prejudice, ridicule, hate, extremism present… when will they learn, one wonders?..
Saw a bit of interesting news about the state of Nevada.. It seems that Dennis Hof, America’s best-known pimp, a strip-club owner who runs multiple brothels, looks set to win a seat as a Republican in the Nevada legislature with the blessing of many conservative Christian voters………..Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, interesting…

Now, the universe knows my feelings about religion and that I am not into religion, but I was under the assumption that things like pimps, brothels, strip-clubs, etc were frowned upon by the faithful… perhaps they are desperate, misguided people in the state though my instinct tells me there is a hint of hypocrisy… 🙂

I might do a little research on the subject one day, I have my reference books (left over from the last decade of being on national and international forums)…. The Bible (Christian), the Torah (Jewish) and the Koran (Muslim)…


In either case, while one can believe what one wishes to, here on the path least traveled there are no religions to dictate or determine what or who one is or wishes to be. or what life or destiny one has chosen for oneself!!… one can be different and follow their dreams… don’t do race, gender, etc here, “you are what you are and that is all that you are”.. 🙂

“Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow them.” Louisa May Alcott

“ The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own, no apologies or excuses.. No one to lean on, rely on or blame.. The gift is yours, it is an amazing journey, and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins.” Bob Moawad

“Never be bullied into silence, never allow yourself to be made a victim, accept no one’s definition of your life, define yourself”… Robert Frost

“The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Well, I had better close, the path is calling more adventures lie ahead and rainbows to chase…. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.”

The weather, love and poetry on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..


(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“I do not do or say something to be proud of myself, I just do or say something because it needed to be done or said…” Larry Woller 5-6-2018

“I have an open mind about reading and therefore try not to restrict myself with the subject matter .. Life is complicated and not contained to a few ideologies, therefore in order to better understand the universe, I need to explore all of it, not just the parts I like..…”

“I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.” Robert Fulghum

Hello Diary,

Have the day finished, sitting here with a spot of tea and thought I would pop in and leave a few thoughts… there may be some storms later as at present have a hot, humid, unstable air mass… and speaking of which, are you ready for another science lesson.. 🙂 if you remember in history’s past blogs, I mentioned a red sky in the morning and the association to thunderstorms.. well, imagine if you will, you woke up to the red skies with plans to go on a picnic with family… as the day progresses you begin to see clouds like this…


And another cloud like this one…

towering 2

And like this one…

towering 3

The clouds appear becoming vertical, like a basic chimney.. with growing up on the farm (and not having weather reports daily) and a present observer for the weather service, we observe such things… what the clouds are doing is called “towering”… it indicates that there is a unstable airmass/atmosphere present and the increased chance of storms, possibly strong to severe… so, if you are going on that picnic, you might want to have a back up plan ready…. You don’t need a weather person to tell you Mother Nature is planning something… 🙂

So much for the weather, back to the gardens for a bit… thought I would post a photo of the raspberries, a difference a week makes… 🙂


Not only does the berries provide food for the outdoor creatures, but provide protection for the birdbath that is on the other side under the trellis… also the day lily (confidence/passion) is in full bloom with the warm, rainy weather….

day lily

And speaking of lilies, the water lily (enlightenment/passion) is near bloom in the water gardens..

water lily

The small outdoor creatures and insects use the large leaves to get on to get a drink of water… with a garden of roses and lilies, reminds me of a poem actually… 🙂

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheet a threat’ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a thread stain her beauty bright.
(William Blake)

And speaking of love and passion, I wrote a poem in history’s past to share;

And I Love You So…

And I love you so
With every second of time,
More than words can say
In this little ole rhyme.

A love that grows stronger
With every beat of the heart!
Two hearts that beat as one
Inseparable… never to part!!

With every breath, every heartbeat
A true love spoken in every word we say,
A right and wonderful love, to treasure
Even after the four winds all blow away.

This rhyme is without end, my darling
Because so is OUR love, to last forever,
And I love YOU So, dear one
Beyond the 12th of Never!…
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, 1-1-09)

I know there are plenty of conflicts and negative, dark subjects in this world that one will have to deal with from time to time but one cannot concentrate solely on negative thoughts because; “When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.” Alexander Graham Bell
And if one continues to look for negative thoughts, soon that is all one will know and; “As you think, so shall you be.” Wayne W. Dyer..

Well, I had better close now, perhaps open the Kindle (the lady vampire did fall in love by the way… 🙂 ) and stir up the imagination a bit before venturing on down the path least traveled… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson), but only if you want to… 🙂

Indoor garden, cracked pot and Secret Garden on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..


(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” Leo Buscaglia

“It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” Agnes Repplier

“If you don’t know where you’re going, you may miss it when you get there”
― Kathleen Long, Chasing Rainbows

“You don’t marry the person you can live with, you marry the person you cannot live without”…

“You are evidence of your mother’s strength… especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead and regardless, she has always maintained her sanity.”
― Criss Jami,

Hello Diary,

A hot weekend to be had, have the week and today finished, thought I would pop in and share some thoughts… maybe some thunderstorms later which means more rain for the garden… Mother Nature’s garden, which I am a part of, is much like the world should be… all plants, creatures and insects are different, all with imperfections but they all are treated equal and have a place in the garden…it is sad the mankind’s world (garden) is not like that…. I believe that the last time I visited, I chatted about the outdoor garden… well today I chat a bit about the indoor garden, sometimes referred to as the Secret Garden (not everyone knows about it 🙂 )…

We shall start out in the area that I usually refer to as my “office”.. I have a small pot of live flowers (impatiens)

plant office

And I also have some live stalks of “lucky” bamboo….


They add a bit of color and help refresh the air… I do have a few artificial flowers in the room also… venturing out into the hallway there is a hanging plant, the live plant is a sweet potato (like one would eat)….

s potato 1

There are a few artificial flowers present also…moving on there is an assortment of live flowers in the front window…

flowers front room

In nearby room, where I do most of my meditation and some painting (in this case paint by numbers 🙂 ) there is an assortment of artificial flowers…

secret garden 2

I also go to “school” there, working on learning Spanish…I had a teacher in school tell me “the day I need not gather anymore knowledge is the day of my funeral”… 🙂


Unfortunately at the moment I have been tardy at school and getting behind in my learning… 🙂 near my “school” desk there are some live spider plants…

spidey plants

And there is even a live sweet potato plant in the utility room..

s potato u room

Now, one would ask what do all these plants, live and artificial, have in common… well, they all came from mankind’s world and they were all rejected because they were different, imperfect and did not fit in… I found them on the Clearance shelf and due to be tossed into the garbage in a few days…. I brought them home and, as they say, the rest is history…:) they are doing fine (with a little help from me) being different in the gardens of the path least traveled…. 🙂

Reminds me of a short story about being different;

“”An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water, at the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.”
The old woman smiled, “Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?” “That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You’ve just got to take each person for what and who they are as everyone has a place””

Well I had better close for now, life is calling, rainbows need chasing and I am going to sit in the gardens and comtemplate the tomorrows… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Yes, I am going to sit in the gardens with a spot of tea and think about life and all the things life is to me.. 🙂

Red skies, roses and Bette Midler on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..


(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

“Holding on to bitterness is like taken poison and expecting the other person to die”… (Author Unknown)

Portrait of a friend…

I can’t give solutions to all of life’s problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.

I can’t change your past with all it’s heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can’t keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.

I can’t prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only think of you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can’t give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.

I can’t keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can’t tell you who you are or who you will be
I can only love you and be your friend
(Adam Clarke)

Hello Diary,

Starting to bring the day to a close, so thought I would take some time to pop in and share a few thoughts… going to be another warm/humid Amazon jungle type week with a break tomorrow, will venture out for a time early… the last few days had unsettled weather and most morning woke up to skies like this one (taken first of the week)…

red sky

Brings to mind the saying; “red skies in the morning sailors warning, red skies at night sailors delight”… the theory behind that is red skies indicate moisture in the atmosphere and with the sun rising and heating up the atmosphere and making it unstable, the possibility of storms…the other side of the coin, with the sun setting in the evening, the atmosphere starts to cool and become stable, thereby reducing the possibility of a storm… cool, eh?… well, that is your science lesson for the week… 🙂

With the summer rains, the backyard and garden is growing well (except for my tomatoes 😦 ) and the berries are near ready…


These are raspberries and while they are edible, I do not eat them myself, the backyard creatures and birds feast on them… 🙂 the roses are starting to bloom as nature shows it beauty… there is the red rose (love, affection)…

roses north

Then the white rose (spirituality, remembrance)


And the pink rose (happiness)…

pink rose

When combined, the roses make a lovely, meaningful bouquet of flowers, I wrote a poem about my bouquet in histories past;

Garden roses…

A bouquet of roses from my garden,
Their beauty need not be told,
Their fragrance is soothing and lovely
A pleasant scent for one to behold.

They remind me of you, my love
Whose beauty from within you do share,
Sharing sunshine, understanding and laughter
Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air.

This bouquet was picked for you, my love
For coming into my world, my dear friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know… will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller May 5, 2008)

Well, I had better close, finish the day, relax and finish the story on my Kindle, it’s about a lady vampire falling in love…yes, on the path least traveled even lady vampires can fall in love… 🙂 also have some rainbows to chase and a dream or two to check out…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

And speaking of roses, if you happen to know of anyone who is having dark days and difficulty finding love and happiness, Diary, you may wish to point them in the direction of Bette Midler, she may have an answer for them… 🙂

My little part of the universe on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..


(Quietly sharing thoughts while exploring the world and the universe (no nominations please)….

Destiny sits upon the morning horizon
Always in site, but never clear
And as I travel along the road I have chosen
Destiny remains forever in place
Sitting upon the morning horizon

But as the years pass
And the road spans the distance
Between yesterday and tomorrow
I know my destiny will arrive

For time alone will close the gap
So yesterday becomes dust filled memories
And the horizon of tomorrow
Will be the road of today

For then, there will be no yesterday or tomorrow, only today
And when that day arrives
I will find peace and be complete
For I will be one with my destiny
(Favi F)

Hello Diary,

It’s a Saturday and sitting here listening to good ole summertime thunderstorms here on the prairie, nothing severe, just a light rain with an occasional rumble of thunder…:) a good time to relax with a spot of tea and enjoy the day and contemplate the tomorrows…. as you may recall, Diary, on my last visit I chatted a bit about the wonderful world seen through the eyes of others using cyberspace… now I will share a bit about my world, my little part of the universe…

As I venture down the path least traveled, I see blue skies…like a live painting, ever changing….

ice crystals-snow

A painting Rembrandt could not hope to duplicate…. A choir of birds singing, like the world each different in many ways yet (unlike a good deal of the rest of the world) living and singing in harmony…. I gaze about the gardens and backyard…nature’s beauty awakening from the winters doldrums and slowly but surely coming to bloom with all their splendor….

roses north

clematis 1

clematis 2

And then there is the water garden, due to climate change, just now coming in to its own…

water garden

In the coming days it will become an oasis for many creatures and insects, each seeking out their own destiny while passing each other on occasion, like ships in the sea, much like the rest of the world…. and soon there becomes a treasure trove of activity (some at night, some in the daylight) with birds, insects and other creatures…

Mr. Rabbit and a squirrel for instance..

rabbit and squirrel

And on occasion, while I am out collecting weather data, Attilia (the possum) path will cross with mine..


And when the path least traveled is in full bloom with all the creatures, each being “different” like the rest of the world, my little part of the universe becomes a portrait that a Picasso cannot dare hope to create…. I am not a Warren Buffet, a Bill Gates or others like them, but I am far wealthier than they are because, using the words of Don Williams;

“And I’m just a country boy
Money have I none
But I’ve got silver in the stars
And gold in the mornin’ sun”

Well, that is bit about my little part of the universe, Diary, and now I will close and venture on down the path least traveled… with the prairie rains there comes rainbows and at end of one lies my destiny, don’t you see… 🙂 but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

As I journey down the path least traveled, through cyberspace and otherwise, I have (and still do) met and shared thoughts with many wonderful people who have shared a bit of their life with me, and I can say without a doubt they (and perhaps one day they may think the same about me… 🙂 ) are “Unforgettable”… 🙂