And finally, because earlier posts didn’t lend themselves to this content, here is an Atlanta wrap-up. Overall, despite the loooong road out, I give this
I was starting to think flatlanders aren’t supposed to find it: the Atlanta cemetery, the final resting place of Dutch Em, that is. Don’t get
The Professor and I have begun a weekly habit of visiting places that pique our curiosity that are within a 125 radius of our home. Atlanta falls within that circle, just barely, though getting back was an exhausting four hour trip following the curves of the Middle Fork of the Boise River. On a gravel road pocked with potholes and washboards. Good thing the rest of the trip made it worth it.
You don’t fit in because you aren’t supposed to. Your destiny is different than theirs. You’re a round peg, they’re a square hole. You shouldn’t be comfortable in their company, because if you were, you’d never make it where you’re headed. Before long, you’ll glance over and see them in your rearview mirror breathing your dust.
This week I did two big things: took a handgun course on Tuesday and quit my job on Thursday. My goal in doing both was to take a leap, do something that intimidated me. Learning to shoot a handgun isn’t all that scary afterall.
Idaho can be proud that its courageous past made it the 4th state in our country to give women the right to vote. On November 3,