My April 4 brief tangle with a logging truck is now history. Three charges have been filed by the sheriff’s office against the driver. I’ve been told I may have to return to testify against him. Not a pleasant prospect, but probably necessary. Traffic laws need to be enforced to protect the public from distracted, careless or indifferent drivers.
Fortunately I was not injured, so, as they say, “the show must go on.” I left the crash rather unhappy, but without a single bump, bruise or scratch. I am convinced God was there, protecting me. He must like little old bloggers. I am deeply grateful. However, I am a bit troubled by the unexpected delay. As you know, this is a very large country to cover.
The incident took place on Florida Highway 17 near Yulee, Florida. I had to load everything I own into a rental truck from Jacksonville to haul it the 300 miles back to our winter home in Southwest Florida. The mess was then piled up in our small living room. Both Judy and I will be glad to see my stuff back where it belongs.
Now, three weeks later, I have a new, (used) motor home, thanks to the integrity of the trucker’s insurance company plus the value of another camping unit I traded in.
As soon as my newly acquired 1999 Winnebago has been loaded with my clothing, my tooth-brush, pots and pans and groceries I will resume visiting America’s small towns, interviewing the people of America about their interesting lives, while looking at the plight (as well as successes) of those engaged in commercial fishing, forest products, and farmers who raise kitchen crops for a living, or those who produce their own back yard organic vegetables to feed their families.
I’m also interested in the deliberate denigration of the concept of American Exceptionalism by individuals who choose to be identified with those who express enthusiasm for liberal politics.
The liberals have become a group that seems to be embarrassed by, or even angered by the suggestion that our nation is both historically and actually special.
Why they feel that way is puzzling to me. However, exploring their mindset isn’t my prime goal at the moment. But I am interested in considering the theories and findings of Stanford University Psychologist Carol Dweck. She explains how the failure of the brightest and most talented among us can be related to having an improper mindset, while those who are less brilliant are hard workers who often experience greater personal success. Perhaps that is why President Obama is making such a mess of things.
But I digress. I had to trade in my 2005 fifth wheel trailer, which I had purchased new, to sweeten the deal. I had purchased it along with a one ton diesel truck to pull it. But the rig was simply too long to drive comfortably. I found trying to thread it through gas pumps rather difficult. When I had to turn around on a narrow road it was challenging. The fifth wheel with four slides was a great trailer, but it didn’t fit my new, self-imposed small town assignment that involves blogging.
My replacement for the clean, comfortable, shorter Class C is a 35 foot long 1999 Winnebago Chieftain.
My earlier motorhome was clean, comfortable, shorter – may it rest in pieces in a salvage lot. As mentioned, my new, day-to-day on-the-road home is a 35 foot long Class A 1999 Winnebago Chieftain. True, it is old, but it also is clean, larger and even more comfortable.
I am now diving north to eventually write about what makes Maine special now that the temperature in New England has warmed up. Soon I will head west along our country’s northern border. I’d also like to head north to Alaska, where my lovely, brilliant granddaughter will be married in the fall. That trip is possible but not likely,
Now and then I also will borrow a photo or two from my adult son, Jonathan, who has become a skilled photographer, and now makes the Boston area his home.
So I’ll see you down the road.