Tangent

They stood there looking at each other in silence, Dumbfounded by what they had just seen.  Then they turned to Rick, the bottom side of their jaws on the floor.  Rick stood there for a second and made eye contact for a moment, and then took off, racing to his ATV, rifle slung over his shoulder.  Seeing his action, Jackson followed at a brisk pace.  Calling back to the three wolves that were just standing there, "We'll be back shortly... I think, but you all might want to go back to your camps."  The wolves followed his direction and parted ways. Jackson and Rick sped through the woods, the trees appearing as blurs, the leaves, branches barely visible.  Jackson had not moved this fast on an ATV since he arrived at Yellowstone.  It was exhilarating. They arrived back at the station, about five minutes after they had left.  Jackson's hair was a mess from the wind, and as he pulled up, he saw Rick jump off his ATV as it was moving.  He loo...

Previously in Pack Mentality The spiral that was fresh when Eagles' Flight, Jackson, and Rick were there was less defined, but still visible.  Bramble and Jackson moved toward it and looked at it for a second then Jackson traced while Bramble sniffed it and the two of them were drawn into a completely different area. The two of them were standing side by side and were watching a scene unfold in front of them.  It was dark outside in front of them.  They looked up to see what time it was and not a lot of moon was visible, but it was enough to reflect off of the ground.  The occasional raindrop fell on the two of them, and it eventually led to a downpour.  Just barely in the light, the two of them could make out the silhouette of a wolf.  He was looking at the moon, and then glanced over towards them. Bramble could just barely make out his reflection.  Then as quickly as the vision had begun, it ended. ______________________________________ ...

Up late tonight, as the move-in day at Warner just ended and orientation is just beginning.  The kids are up and been in school for almost a week now, all over the US. The thought comes into my head, twisted as it may be: I wonder how many shootings will occur.  Disturbed, I turn my back on that thought tonight.   Not This Year . Call me naive, or a careless optimist.  Keep dreaming they tell me.  In my head, not this year rings out, like a school bell. I refuse to swallow this thought.  Not this year.  Not this year.  Not this year. The process kicks on inside of my mind.  How can this happen?  First, the thought of teachers and peers being intentional in reaching out to those kids who are lonely, and in need of some love.  Instead of putting a fellow student down, the other students reaching out to them could make a difference.  Teachers, being approachable could also boost students confidence.    How?...

About an hour or so passed after dinner and everyone in the family was starting to get sleepy.  It was beginning to come apparent that everyone had had a long day.  Tristan and Samuel were both playing a game of lacrosse when the bombing started, so they used both exhausted a lot of energy if not all of it trying to run into the respective shelter to wait it out.  Devin was at home sick beating a little bug.  His nap during the day was interrupted by the air raid siren.  Riley was also at home.  She was the one that brought her little brother down to the basement.  Devin eventually went to bed at 8:30, while Tristan and Samuel were up longer just hanging out.  Eventually, Samuel headed into his room.  When he did, it was around 9:30.  Tonight the house had a bit of a chill since the roof over the parents, and part of Devin's room had been blown off.  Because of this, before everyone went to bed, I turned off the generator outside ...

Yesterday I heard some news that really shook me to my core.  Jimmy, one of my first friends that I talked to in college had committed suicide.  When I heard, I took a seat, Let out a sigh, and drank some Bourbon on his behalf. I cannot express what I am feeling right now.  It is somewhere between sad, angry, and concerned.  I am so happy that I had the opportunity to meet you.  You were the first coworker that I had clicked with when I started working.  The laughs that we had when it was you and me in the truck were unbelievable.  You almost made me wet myself one time.  I would like to share this memory and hope that everyone will see something other than a name on the obituary page. It had to have been at least a few years back.  It was the first summer where I was able to work for a company.  Let me set the scene.  I was 16 or 17, so the year was about  2012.  It was really hot outside as it often was during the su...

Note to the reader This is the part of this series that gives the background on why the bombing took place.  I understand that this will probably  piss off almost everyone in the far left or far right camps of the political ring.  Or maybe even everyone.  We'll see what happens.   ___________________________________  After that sentence there were a few moments where I was taking a few minutes to recuperate after an interesting night so far, that was still far from over.  I turned and took a look at the clock and it read that it was only around 12:45 am.  Even though I was really tired, I was still  very intrigued as to what was to come.  A tightness in my chest had formed from the shear emotion from what had just ensued in front of me.  I was really fascinated at how Tristan had grown to be, given the fact that had been born to me when I was to be 37.  I was just really fascinated at what type of kid he had turned out to b...

My journal entry from earlier today.  May 18, 2018 |  1:28 pm Well, the unthinkable happened again today.  At 10:00 am (ish)  Another kid opened fire on another school.  8 dead, who knows how many injured.  Like why?  I heard the kid was 16.  Like what causes this nonsense.  It's a mad world out there I guess.  The thing that scares me the most about this is the fact that I am feeling practically nothing.  I mean I am sad and angry I guess.  Those two feelings are just Surrounding me in numbness. Is this what America has come to.  Being numb to a Tragedy like this?  This really should not be the case.  I am pretty sure that bt 3:00 the initial shock is going to be over, and then people are going to start pushing politics on it.  (See my tweet from earlier today).  Heck Donald Trump shared his thoughts on it, so people are probably going to start twisting his words.  Who knows how many people ...