Here's a letter written to my friend Dave, who can't contribute to this blog because he's a high falutin writer for a magazine and has to watch what he might say online (LOL - just giving you a hard time, Dave). It may not interest you, but is here only as part of my journal:
Well I've been busy myself - - hard to believe you wrote to me going on a month ago.
During that time I've been to Philadelphia for a week, assisted my general contractor Brother-in-law in nearly completing construction on another house on our property (well, a studio apartment with 1 1/2 bath & walk in closet), trimmed a bunch of trees back for fire protection and esthetics, set up a wireless network so that we can all work at home more seamlessly, got laid a few times (probably more info than you need to know - - uh, with my wife only, by the way), completed my second compost pile, watched as our youngest horse was broken in, planted a test run of lettuce and peas, caught a tarantula with my 4 yr old, as well as hid some polished rocks around for him to find (he has developed a keen interest in rocks for some reason, so I bought these during my flight to Philly) etc...
Speaking of kids; you've never had any, correct? I know its not for everyone, but at the same time I do recommend it, as it causes one to grow in ways that I think are impossible otherwise. The same is true with marriage. In fact, I like to listen to Dennis Prager on AM 870 between 9 and noon, who makes the case that marriage civilizes boys to become men. I don't know if that's as true as the children issue, though marriage does force you to learn to compromise, and provides heaps of humility! I do know that I've found having a child at this age much easier than at 22. Part of that may be a stable marriage, and knowing from prior experience that stages are just that, and will pass, but the other part is that I'm not as self-absorbed, and much more intrigued by the steps of development, the curiosity, the wonder, the joy...
Stephany is now 19, and in the Army. She's stationed in Korea, where she's having a hard time being so far from home in a male environment, and doing much less than the promises made by her recruiter. She is also married. Hmmm... question to self: any significance to my mentioning that fourth in line? She notified me at 6:00 PM the day before leaving for Korea that she was getting married -- at 9:00 PM. My choice if I wanted to attend the ceremony to be held 1 1/2 hours away. And it should be mentioned that her fiancé - now husband - was multilaterally disliked (nay - despised) on my side of the family as well as among my ex-wife's family. Oh well, I haven't lost a daughter, as the saying goes.
Chris (yes - the Hemingway namesake) is now 18 and studying to be a computer game graphics designer. He's really excelling at this, I note with a tremendous sigh of relief. Just between me and you, I had questions as to his biological father (never had DNA tests, and never will, but my wife's escapades during this time of coming home after sunrise lead to our divorce) and to her probable cocaine usage during pregnancy. He was a difficult child for many. Not so much for me. I always saw him as super-super smart, and figured that would end up in him being able to handle anything that came his way. But as early as 2nd grade he had already been suspended from school; contemplated suicide some time after that (don't remember exactly when, but prior to the teenage years, which is too young); struggled in every grade getting along with teachers and making friends; and much more. And yet, sort of like all of us in the Hill Street Nerds (do you remember that? Do I have it correct?), he never had to study to learn his work, loved to read, taught himself to type with all ten fingers after just an hour or so of me showing him where the home keys are and how your fingers move to the other keys - to the point where he types almost as fast as he thinks at this point - and now he's the focal point of a cliche of good kids, much like his namesake, and he's at the top of his class at this computer graphics, and will probably get scholarships, and desires to study in Japan!
Ah well, I had no idea I was going to ramble like this. It went in a completely different direction than from where I planned. So I guess I'd better quit at this point, especially considering that you may have zero interest in any of this.
Oh, to answer your question - yes, there is a local tavern, which was probably first built when the gold rush was starting to reminisce about the good old days. Its wooden floor creaks and groans, and there's a stuffed bear in one corner. At quitten' time, half the folks wear dirty jeans and straw hats colored somewhere between white and fading yellowish-brown sweat. And while there isn't a place to hitch a horse, my brother and brother-in-law have asked and received permission to put one up, figuring they can't get a DUI returning at 2AM on horseback - not to mention that the horses will probably have a better sense of direction!