‘TAKE 5’ DREAM NEWSLETTER #4: 12/31/16—PILGRIMAGES, A PIC, TOKENS,–CHANCE, COINCIDENCE, CAUSE AND EFFECT. IF ANY OF THESE TOPICS INTEREST YOU, THEN PLEASE CONTINUE. IF NOT, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SHORT VISIT. THE QUEST FOR THE TRUTH OF MY INSANITY CONTINUES.
NOTE: This story is a republication of the same story that can be found on our Facebook page, The Nick Feher ‘TAKE 5’ Foundation. Modifications and enhancements have been added. On with the story.
Facebook keeps reminding me that my followers (likes) have not heard from me in over 60 days. Some may feel relieved while others may have claimed, ‘I do not know Sam I am’. It is with great news to report that my tales continue. How many of you have ever been on a Pilgrimage?
This post is about 5,500 words.
WHAT IS A PILGRIMAGE?
* A journey out of one’s everyday life to a sacred site and return home, during which time a transformation has taken place.
* “One of the great common experiences of mankind”
* “A natural activity”
* The impulse to travel to holy sites appears to be a nearly universal component of human spirituality
For most people a Pilgrimage is not on their list of things to do for lack of time. Vacations are more popular. However, if you vacation at a preferred site and you return home, during which time a transformation has taken place, you have experienced a ‘natural activity’ that is common to mankind.
The only person that has to designate the site as holy or sacred is you. The length of stay is only relevant to the Pilgrimage. Religious Pilgrimages are extremely popular around the world. People travel for days, some weeks to reach their sacred sites. Some brush up against it, chanting prayers for hours. Others throw tokens in fountains and place mementos at holy sites after walking slowly in lines for minutes on end.
Why do they do this? It is part of ‘Human Spirituality’. My Pilgrimages began in 2010 with an invitation with a ticket. Prior to 2010, I had been visiting with high school and college friends during a 10 plus years of ‘Football Weekends’ in Aliquippa, Pa. I did not ever view the weekends as a Pilgrimage, even though they probably were.
With a ticket in my hand, courtesy of my friend Greg from Houston, Texas, off we went to Beaver Stadium in State College, Pa. The experience of attending a college football game in a Shrine disguised as a college football stadium was a ‘transforming’ experience.
Beaver Stadium, home of the Penn State Nittany Lions, had an official seating capacity of 106,572, second largest in the country. The magnitude of the event had me declare to Greg during halftime that starting in 2011; I was going to begin my College Football Pilgrimage.
Kris Cinkovich a friend and colleague had placed an open invitation on my table to visit with him and his family. At the time, he was an assistant football coach at the University of Arkansas.
I was able to parlay a game at Alabama with Arkansas for my first Pilgrimage. Little did I know during my planning that the LSU @ Alabama would be #1 vs #2. The media crowned it as the ‘Game of the Century’, but the year was only 2011. Forces permitted me to share what some said to be the ‘College Football Universe’ for that weekend.
Bryant-Denny Stadium official seating capacity is 101, 801. It is the seventh largest stadium in the United States and the 8th largest in the world. It was estimated that over 200,000 visitors converged onto Tuscaloosa, Alabama that weekend just to be part of the scene. For me it was more than a football game, it was to be my first College Football Pilgrimage.
The ‘Blessings’ I received were plentiful both at U of Alabama and the U of Arkansas. My stories remain untold but are stored as photos and memories. Both Alabama and Arkansas will remain special for me because it provided a ‘transformation’ that has resulted in many benefits since then. A pic on the field at U of Arkansas.
Continuing with the tradition, my 2016 College Football Pilgrimage was taking me to Texas. It was in Texas where my search for the ‘Truth of my Insanity’ would commence. My search for ‘It’ out of my ‘Fishbowl’ in the Las Vegas Valley had come up empty. Perhaps with the help of Texas, their heroes and folklore, the outcome would be beneficial.
Four Stadiums were scheduled for the 2016 Pilgrimage. My Pilgrimages revolve around 18 days. Two days are for travel and 16 days are for the Pilgrimage. If the ‘football gods’ permit, a great Pilgrimage will include 3 Stadiums. Four Stadiums are fantastic. This year ‘fantastic’ was scheduled.
The only results I dreamt about was to return home safe and in good health. Everything else would there be to entertain me and/or be an obstacle. Marcus Aurelius states that obstacles are created for our entertainment. Without them, we would die of boredom. Since we have no control over outside forces, we get to choose our thoughts and the methods we wish to combat them.
Aurelius also says that everyone we meet in our lives is here for our benefit and we for theirs. Discovering what those benefits may be is challenging. Some occur in an instance, while others take time to mature. He also said that ‘Life is an Art’ suitable to played by both gods and men. However, we must be willing to embrace It when It passes us by and greet It as a olde faithful friend.
As my 2016 Pilgrimage neared, I shared it with others. They would shower their happiness and joy upon me in return. Most interactions ended with their ‘Blessings’ of “Have a safe trip”, or for “a healthy return”. I packed those ‘Blessings’ and Aurelius’ principles in my luggage. The only thing I had control over was what was going on inside of my head.
With that, I looked forward to see how my 2016 College Football Pilgrimage would unfold and how I would react to it. ‘FUDGE’ would be one on my many companions.
F=Feelings
U=Upset
D=Depression
G=Guilt
E=Envy
No one person, thing or event can trigger these sensations within you. If you decide to display them, it is because of your choice. Once you decide to play with them, only you can decide to length and depths of the game.
THE 2016 COLLEGE FOOTBALL PILGRIMAGE
My plane would take me to Houston, Texas. In a span of 16 days, the Pilgrimage schedule included Darrell Royal Texas Memorial Stadium in Austin, Texas. It is the 8th largest Stadium in the country and ninth in the world with an official seating capacity of 101,119. U of Texas calls it home.
Next on the Pilgrimage was TDECU Stadium in Houston, Texas. It is an infant in Stadium years for it was opened in 2014 and is home to the U of Houston. Amon G. Carter Stadium in Fort Worth, Texas followed. It was originally opened in 1930, and recently under gone a complete reconstruction during 2010-2013 at a cost of $164 million. Cash donations made it all possible and it was completed on time. TCU makes it their home.
Last on the Pilgrimage was Kyle Field for Thanksgiving Day on the campus of Texas A&M in College Station, Texas. Originally, Kyle Field started with a grandstand with a capacity of 500 people in 1904. Today after numerous expansions and renovations all paid with cash donations, Kyle Field’s official seating capacity is 102,733. It ranks as the fourth largest Stadium in the country and the 5th largest non-racing Stadium in the world.
After my return home, I sensed a ‘transformation’ of myself in progress. It actually began in Texas, and continued in my ‘Fishbowl’ in Henderson, NV. With a trip out of my ‘Fishbowl’ for a haircut with Tony DiMaria, of DiMaria Studio, I visited with an olde faithful friend. Tony is my longest known friend in the Las Vegas Valley.
He has also served as my mentor since our initial encounter and continues to this day. His words of wisdom are always thought provoking. Early during our relationship, he once said to me as I was trying to find my way, ‘You have to pay your dues to attain life’s benefits’. His words of wisdom guided me and I have passed them on to others.
As I shared with him my stories of my 2016 College Football Pilgrimage, he said to me, “You are tracing the footsteps of your life”. I took his words with me and thought about all the ‘Blessings’ and the ‘Bizarre Happenings’ that were showered upon me during my Pilgrimage.
Certain laws govern us as human beings. There are man-made laws, spiritual or religious laws, and if you are a fan, there are the Laws of the Universe. My knowledge of the Laws of the Universe is limited, but I acknowledge and respect them. One is The Law of Vibration.
weebly.com writes; “The Law of Vibration states that anything that exists in our universe, whether seen or unseen, broken down into and analyzed in its purest and most basic form, consists of pure energy or light which resonates and exists as a vibratory frequency or pattern. All matter, thoughts and feelings has its own vibrational frequency.
The thoughts, feelings and actions we choose also have their own particular rates of vibration. These vibrations will set up resonance with whatever possesses identical frequency. In other words, your thoughts are inseparably connected to the rest of the universe. “Like attracts like”. As you choose good thoughts, more good thoughts of alike nature will follow and you will also be in vibrational harmony with others with like thoughts”.
In layman’s term, this Law is responsible to hold everything in place in the universe. Without it, all atoms and molecules would separate and float around aimlessly. It is also responsible for our relationships with others. Acting as our radar, its signal attracts us to others according to our ‘Frequencies’.
As I was constructing the stories of my Pilgrimage, a recurring theme developed. Many ‘Blessings’ were bestowed upon me, some in a ‘Bizarre Fashion’. I tried to connect the dots, to make some sense of it, which led me to the Universal Law of Cause and Effect that is connected to the word, Chance and Coincidence.
Voltaire says this about Chance. “Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause”.
James Redfield shares his thoughts on Coincidence. “I don’t think that anything happens by coincidence…No one is here by accident…Everyone who crosses our path has a message for us. Otherwise, they would have taken another path, or left earlier or later. The fact that these people are here means that they are here for some reason”.
The Law of Cause and Effect explained by TheSecretRitual.com; “Every cause has its effect; every effect has its cause. In accordance with this Law, every effect you see in your outside or physical world has a very specific cause which has its origin in your inner or mental world.
Every one of your thoughts, words or actions sets a specific effect in motion which will come to materialize over time. To become the master of your destiny, you must master your mind for everything in your reality is a mental creation. Know that there is nothing like chance or luck. They are simply terms used by humanity in ignorance of this Law”.
As I continue, please keep the above in mind. It was Thursday, 11/10/16. I sat in my campsite that night in Austin, Texas as mental preparations took place. Friday was kick-off day for my 2106 Pilgrimage. A visit to Darrell Royal Stadium was on the agenda during the day with a trip to 6th Street planned for the night.
Leaving Henderson, NV also meant leaving behind some ongoing business. My ‘streak’ with the Perrico’s Minstrels had come to an end, but not without benefits. My ‘streak’ with them began in April of ’16 and continued through November 5th, 2016. I attended every show, and was known as ‘The guy who attended every show’. Blessings were plentiful. Perrico informed me that I had set the record for attending the most consecutive Festivals as a ‘disciple’.
My start with them was the result of an unused ticket by Dgirl for the T-Mobile Grand Opening. For you steady readers, my ‘Bizarre 3 year relationship’ with Dgirl have been written previously on this page and on my website. Her guidance as ‘God is My Judge’ has been among the most influential factors in my current life.
The result of her not using her ticket caused me to meet David Perrico and his Minstrels. (In the Menu Section on the Homepage, click on Inspiration for my storybook musical titled, ‘David Perrico and his Minstrels-A Festival.) One among many caught my attention, including the blonde Cello player. The passion that she performed with created frequencies that flowed my way.
It took over six months until I personally met this Cellist. Again, an unused ticket for Dgirl caused this arrangement. It was after a mid-September Festival, at Cabaret Jazz titled ‘An Evening with Sting’ that this meeting took place. This Cellist with as she described, her “cello handshake”, her ‘smile’ and eyes ‘Stung’ me with a jolt.
As our handshake let go, I told her that I still had an unanswered question for my readers. “Do you play with your men with the same passion as you play your cello”? Being caught off guard, she laughed and replied, “I have a boyfriend”, which made me chuckle inside my brain. Then she said, “I will have to ask him and get back to you”.
Realizing the exit sign was calling, I presented my card, which she took and invited her to my website to read my storybook musical of the Perrico Minstrels. The moment ended and I staggered to find Perrico. A large group of people surrounded him. My admiration and thanks were delivered.
November was around the corner. With my streak with the Perrico’s Minstrels coming to end with only 6 shows left, a question to this Cellist remained unanswered. It was with 3 games left, that I made my official announcement to the Minstrels that my ‘Streak’ was coming to an end.
As the Strings Section was enjoying their pre-game libations, they were challenged to raise the bar of Insanity so I could pack It for my College Football Pilgrimage. The Cellist asked me where was I going and I said the state of Texas and quickly listed my four games and left. She accepted my challenge and dug deep for her solo. It produced an Arts Bow from Perrico as she sat down after her solo that night.
A moment was created for me the last night of my ‘Streak’ to present this Cellist with a few ‘Tokens’ in appreciation for blessing me with her Insanity. Another ‘Cello Handshake’ was given by her for a safe and healthy trip. She also extended to me an invitation to her website and Facebook page. I then told her that if time in Texas permitted, I would visit both and write to her.
I thanked her and in parting, I told her that for tonight’s Festival that I would use the power of my Imagination and for a few moments, I would pretend that I was her cello. She laughed as she made her way onto the Barge at Caesar’s Palace.
That Thursday night in Austin started a different streak, no Perrico Minstrels. However, I did have an invitation of the Cellist. With time on my hand, a visit to her Facebook page called me, but not without a ‘surprise’.
Dgirl wrote very little to me over three years. Instead of words in our ‘bizarre game’, she would post pics of herself on her Facebook page. According to others, pictures, paintings, drawings, and photos can speak thousands of words. I can attest to that statement.
I was not a regular visitor to Dgirl’s page, but forces for the most part always guided me to her page when a new pic was posted especially for me. As I opened my search for others tool, a new inserted pic was on full display on Dgirl’s page. It was posted sometime after 10/27/16 the last time I used that tool for someone else.
A glimpse is all I took as I hurriedly typed in the Cellist’s name. Dgirl had not posted a pic for me since Nick’s birthday in March. After studying that pic for a time, I named it, ‘Starlet’ and told her so. Remembering her power as ‘God is my Judge’; my short glimpse took notice of her hat, and her eyes.
The Cellist’s name was entered and with a click, the color of Dgirl’s lipstick was unknown along with the rest of her outfit. With the Cellist page in front of me, I then text Dgirl who was still living in Nashville. I thanked her for her ‘Blessings’ and acknowledged her hat.
Since her ‘Power’, with my permission, had overwhelmed me in the past, my text included that I would explore her photo when time permitted. Her small exposure would be plentiful to carry with me during my Pilgrimage. In my brain, she was telling me to have a safe and healthy trip.
After a visit to the Cellist page and website, I then wrote her a letter on her comment section expressing my Observations and Analysis of both. There were a few including my agreement with her assessment of herself. I agreed with her that she was, ‘The Fabled Cello of the American West’.
My trip Friday to Darrell Royal Stadium produced some fantastic results. In my brain, I thanked the ‘forces’ that made them possible, including Dgirl, the Cellist and Brooke the Mixologist from the Piazza Lounge. Some of you may recall Brooke. She too, has been included in my writings.
Her ‘Power’ was as Queen of the Enchanted Forest on Monday nights during my visits to have my soul touched by Laura Shaffer. Brooke’s ‘Powers’ were so impressive that I mentioned them in a letter of support for Naomi Mauro to the owner and other brass of Tuscany Hotel on Flamingo Road. Brooke sent me off with ‘Blessings’ of a safe and healthy Pilgrimage, including a bottle of ‘Brooke’s Tranquility Water’.
Besides visiting the ‘Holy Shrines’, Pilgrimages also include interacting with the locals. I always abide by the wisdom of Abraham Maslow. He says all humans start off as strangers. After the first hello, we are strangers no longer. I always put his theory to the test.
According to the local newspaper, the area of Austin, Texas is home to 160 live music venues. A large number of them are located in downtown Austin. Eric Anderson, co-owner of CRCR in Boulder City, NV, recommended 6th Street to me. CRCR roasts the very best coffee beans west of the Mississippi River. They too are my companions when I travel.
As I ventured onto 6th Street, the crowd was very large with music blaring from both sides of the street. The crowd was a mix of West Virginia and Texas faithful for tomorrow’s game plus others. Unlike my Pilgrimage last year in Nashville, Tennessee where country music ruled on State Street, 6th Street had no rules.
Various forms of music entertained me as my visit included a mission. Tokens for my children, others and myself were on my list to purchase. Wind chimes were my choice for me, and apparel for my children. With the taste of Dgirl, Brooke and the Cellist still fresh on my brain, a Token for each of them was in order.
Since Dgirl was living in Nashville, her Token would be as a thought. I had identified Dgirl, Brooke and the Cellist as ‘Royalty’. The Cellist was a worldwide traveler. Brooke had a realm. Dgirl resided in Nashville, a city not especially safe. With all the ‘evil’ that existed in the world, protection for them should be an extremely high priority. On their budgets, a personal security force was not possible. Perhaps a small Token could substitute instead.
As I roamed tasting the sounds and in and out of stores, wind chimes were not high sale items. My conversation with the clerks verified this. I asked about Tokens for ‘protection’ and ‘good fortune’ and was always guided to a specific area. The clerks concerning different Tokens would share folklore stories with me.
Since I could not test the validity of their stories, I was left on my own to choose. My adventure continued up and down 6th Street. A few stores were revisited as I compared the significant of ‘Tokens’ and seeking my wind chimes and apparel. Then as a ‘jolt’, I was struck by a particular ‘Token’.
Without explaining my reason for purchase, the clerk described it as in ‘This is exactly what I am looking for’. Two ‘Tokens’ wrapped in protective bubble plastic were paid for with cash. Wind chimes and clothing would have to wait for another time. A thought went out to Dgirl.
My Pilgrimage produced much ‘Good Fortune’ and ‘Blessings’. All three stories are in the books, and can be found on the Homepage in the Pilgrimage Section. ‘Darrell Royal Stadium’ plus ‘TDECU Stadium & Amon G. Carter Stadium’, and Kyle Field on Thanksgiving Day.
What is not documented is what happened next. Incident #1, while sitting in my rental car after the West Virginia-Texas game on Saturday, I was the first car at the red light. My campsite was about a half mile away. Waiting for the light to turn green, I replayed the bizarre happenings of the day inside my brain. Then I heard it, the squealing of tires hitting the road from behind me.
I checked my mirrors and noticed a few cars stopped behind me, in an instance a crash could be heard. With the light still red, I relaxed to absorb an anticipated chain reaction accident. As the seconds passed, the force did not result in my car being rear-ended. A sigh of relief hit me followed by a noise that shattered my front passenger side window. (Illustration photo)
Surmising I was so relaxed that I did not feel the impact, a collision must have occurred compressing the passenger door causing the window to crack as an in tacked spider web. I exited the vehicle with the light still on red and checked for other damages. None could be found as I became strangers no longer with the person parked behind me.
I drove to my campsite and reported this strange accident. Somehow, debris from the accident straight behind me flew into my direction and mysteriously curved, hit my window and shattered it. I thanked God for my Good Health and Good Fortunes. The car was replaced in Austin. However, I missed Pitt’s record setting win over Clemson that day. I substituted ‘Blessings’ for a record.
Incident #2, while leaving TDECU Stadium, sprinkler water sprayed my windshield as I exited my parking lot. I turned right, onto the street having to make a quick left. To clear up the mess on my windshield, I turned on my wipers as I sat first at the red light on the outside left turn lane.
It struck again. A mysterious ‘white film’ started to grow and attached itself to my windshield as my wipers went side to side. Unable to see, counter measures were put into effect. Spray more water on the windshield was my course of action. The light turned green as cars behind me honked. With visibility extremely limited, my side windows and mirrors were used for guidance.(Illustration photo)
My turn onto the freeway was indicated as I tried to recover sitting at another red light. I got out of the car and tried wiping this white film off with my hands with no success. Horns are barking at me again with my car in the far right lane. I slowly drove forward blindly, hoping this ‘White Film’ would clear up.
My speed was irritating to others but my safety and the safety of others were my course of action. I missed my freeway turn because of the lack of visibility. I crawled through the intersections seeking relief to get off the main road. Out of my front passenger window, which is rolled down, I see a right turn ahead with an area to pull into and off the street.
My navigational techniques with the unknown territories did not produce the results I sought. Safety was my primary concern. I misjudged the driveway after the turn and my front right end scrapped the curb, followed by a large pop. My car tilted to the right and signs indicated that the right front tire lost pressure. I slowly pulled in and heard my back rear tire scrapping the same curb and I prayed.
With the car safely removed from the street. I got out to access the damage. Front right tire was a blowout. Rear right tire survived but was scarred. I thanked God for the minimum damage, my ‘Good Health’ and my ‘Good Fortune’.
The adventure of changing a tire at 11:30 at night in a strange neighborhood was exhilarating. Especially, when old skills were called upon to be tested. A tow truck was an option, but time was a factor. It took longer than anticipated as my follies multiplied. The little pony tire was finally installed as sweat from the humid Houston night soaked my body.
As I drove back to Columbus, Texas about 80 miles from Houston, replays of the ‘Blessings’ received that night entertained me. I tried to make some sense of my two accidents and if there was any connection. They only connection was that I was ‘Safe’ and in ‘Good Health’. I thought about Dgirl’s pic and the ‘Tokens’ left at my campsite.
For the drive to Fort Worth, a new tire was needed. As I checked out Friday morning, I shared my two bizarre accidents with the manager. She apologized for laughing as I laughed with her as I told my tales. I ended by saying; I hope that these events are not like airplane crashes that according to folklore come in threes. She laughed and said, let’s pray not.
Columbus did not have my specific tire but after a few phone calls by the tire shop, La Grange, Texas did. I was in luck for La Grange was on my route to Fort Worth. However, I would have to use the Donut Tire for about 70 miles. With rain falling down, my Pilgrimage continued. (Illustration photo)
Driving in the rain for one from the desert requires caution especially in a rental car with a donut tire. My speed on the highway remained around 60 mph. Trucks and cars flew by splashing my windshield that was thoroughly cleaned by me the night before after I changed the flat. Visibility with the rain was average. About halfway to La Grange, Incident #3 struck with a vengeance.
The floodgates opened and torrential rains followed. My wipers were operating at full speed, as my mph slowed to 25-30. Visibility almost equaled the ‘White Film’ to a lesser degree. Trucks and cars rampaged past me. I sought relief. I had no idea how those other drivers saw the road at their high speeds. Familiarity must be on their side.
This road was not a freeway. It was a highway with turns from designated right and left turn lanes. My vision depended on the taillights from the other vehicles or not. Minutes slowly passed as I hoped for a break from this pelting that slammed against my windshield and car making a noise. (Video is illustration-imagine greater intensity)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ggd6vcmUW4A&rel=0
I thought about pulling off to the right to wait out this pounding, but I could not identify a safe spot. Forward was my motto. Go slow, pray and move forward, for the storm would have to cease. In mileage terms, I have no idea how long this storm lasted. In my brain, it was a terrifying drive that lasted too long.
Eventually, my vehicle and I made our way safely and in good health to La Grange. I told my tale to the tire shop personnel about my drive. His response was; the drivers in Texas are crazy when it comes to driving in bad weather. You should see them in the winter. I said thanks but no thanks. A torrential rain was enough. I thanked him for his help and my Pilgrimage continued to Forth Worth.
The weather cleared as my thoughts entertained me on the road to Fort Worth. Three strikes like airplane crashes struck my vehicle. Miraculously, ‘Good Health’ and ‘Good Fortune’ were on my team for all was well. I thought about the ‘Pic’, ‘Tokens’, Chance, Coincidence, Cause and Effect.
Clear sailings with calm seas guided me the rest of my Pilgrimage all the way back to Henderson, NV to my ‘Fishbowl’, which I write from this day. As I tried to connect the dots or as Tony D says retracing my footsteps, clarity became focused.
By using ‘truthful intent’ as my purpose, the purchase and thoughts of ‘Tokens’ actually worked in my favor. Blessings come in many forms. It could be a ‘Smile’, a touch, a kind word, an act of kindness, a song, a movie, a TV show, a book, a ‘Pic’, ‘Tokens’ and even a story.
Only those on receiving end of a ‘Blessing’ can judge their values and intent. During my dot connecting process, I was first led to believe that Dgirl and her unused tickets were only connected to my meetings of the Cellist and Brooke. Upon closer investigation, the unused tickets by Dgirl resulted in an invitation by the Cellist to visit her Facebook page, which caused me to discover the ‘Pic’ of Dgirl. What do you think?
For more ‘Blessings’ if you feel you need them, I again invite you to read about them on my website @ playinyourdreams.com. If time permitted me to stand in front of you, I would extend my hands to yours. Once clasped, I would say, “I offer you my ‘Blessings’ from Texas”.
Since only passivity would be needed on your part to accept my ‘Blessings’, you would. Tony D says, “You have to pay your dues in order to reap life’s benefits”. Your dues would be to click on my website to share in my ‘blessings’.
If you are a fan of College Football and/or Pilgrimages, the format of the stories includes the history of all the Stadiums including pics and in some cases video. You can then follow along my journey on Ritual Day and Game-day. The football games are only there for entertainment.
The bulk of the stories revolve around the Stadiums and the people I met along the way. Each person met shared with me their ‘Blessings’ that my Dreams are to pass them on to you.
Without giving too much away, Kyle Field—Thanksgiving Day was the ‘Blessings of Blessings’. Kyle Field welcomed me ‘Home’ and I am still trying to figure it out. Did our son, brother, and friend Nick Feher say Howdy to me while I was visiting ‘Home’? Read it for yourself and drop me your thoughts if need be.
In time from my ‘Fishbowl’ in Henderson, NV, I did visit Dgirl’s Facebook page on 12/19/16 for a more thorough Observation and Analysis. The ‘Pic’ was posted on November 6, 2016 especially for me.
After writing thousands of words to describe it, and noting the color of her red lipstick, I emailed Dgirl my findings. I named the ‘Pic’ the “Enamoring Enigma”. I thanked her again for her blessings and emailed her a few ‘Gifts’.
As of this writing, ‘Time’ has not granted me the opportunity to give the Cellist and Brooke their ‘Tokens’. When it does, I will be prepared.
A thought for you upon closing. As I walked to TDECU Stadium with a not so stranger from my parking lot, I shared with him tales of my Pilgrimage. He startled me when he said, ‘What you are doing is weird’. I said, ‘Weird in what way’. He then said, ‘You are doing this alone’.
Without missing a step, I told him, ‘If I had to wait for another to go along with me, others will probably start throwing dirt on me’. He laughed and said, ‘You have a point’. If any of you reading this are waiting for another to join you in an activity, or Pilgrimage; I encourage you to wait no longer. For if you do, the others just might start the dirt throwing activity on you.
My next posting will be ‘My Beef with College Football’. Even though the College Football Playoffs will be over and a Champion crowned, it will not diminish my ‘Beef’.
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