The beginning

August 9, 2011

My personal road trip began way, way back in time - the year of Sputnik. Yeah, the Russian satellite that launched the space age though at the time it was more of a space race. The. U.S. of A. was behind and the Russians scared our country out of its wits. But that wasn't my concern at the time. Mine was more, "It's cold out here! Get me some clothes and feed me!" Not that I really was cognizant at the time, but you get the idea. We all have those needs when we're born. And our needs are met due to one thing - LOVE. At least, usually - if we're fortunate to have parents (at the minimum - a Mother) that want us in the first place. Thank God (and I do, truly) that I did have such parents. I also had two older sisters - and later came my nemesis - er, I mean, my brother. Just kidding.
But my road trip began in a delivery room in a small town hospital - a town out in the plains of southwestern Kansas.

That's the far past - here's today's happenings. I went to the VA this morning for some tests due to some past stuff in Iraq (2003). But I'm fine. Then I came home. Not a whole lot more to add to that. More later. Good night!