It has been some time since I added to this blog but now that I have a way to share through something other than just the blog wanted to continue. This is the most recent tank sticker that I have on my truck now, and will not change this anymore. Anyone that knows me knows the story and I have repeated it more than I am sure some would like to hear,I still find a reminder in this thought to be thankful for the day and realize it has been worse and will probably not get as bad as it was the day I had earned the right to create this sticker.
Whiteblooms
Looking for the beauty around us and always remembering that it is.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Monday, April 28, 2014
Morro Bay, Festival 2014
Yesterday Rhonda and I drove down to the beach to see part of the kite Festival. It was very colorful, and seemed to be more of a turnout this year. I walked a little across the dunes and took some pictures.
Using a Photoshop technique out of bounds I edited the picture of the kite I'm posting here.
Using a Photoshop technique out of bounds I edited the picture of the kite I'm posting here.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Reuniting with the man who drove the tank that I was riding on into an ambush in 1968
I recently reunited with the commander of the tank that I rode into an ambush on January 24, 1968. This reuniting was by phone and although our conversation was brief it was great to share our memories of one afternoon 48 years ago.
It turns out that the nickname for the tank I was riding on was Why Me. To me it was ironic that I would be trying to hide behind that tank barrel with those words painted on the opposite side.
Although it was only an afternoon of my life it was comforting to talk to someone who shared that experience with me. It turned out the man that I talked to was the man that I had placed a field dressing on his severely damaged hand and arm.
Thank you Harry for reaching out and allowing yourself to revisit that horrible afternoon and sharing your story with me.
The story of this event in my life is recorded in my book Whiteblooms. It is the chapter titled Seven Out Of 55
It turns out that the nickname for the tank I was riding on was Why Me. To me it was ironic that I would be trying to hide behind that tank barrel with those words painted on the opposite side.
Although it was only an afternoon of my life it was comforting to talk to someone who shared that experience with me. It turned out the man that I talked to was the man that I had placed a field dressing on his severely damaged hand and arm.
Thank you Harry for reaching out and allowing yourself to revisit that horrible afternoon and sharing your story with me.
The story of this event in my life is recorded in my book Whiteblooms. It is the chapter titled Seven Out Of 55
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
I now have three books available in paperback as well as Kindle versions. Information about these books is located at the following address www.whitebloom.wix.com./whiteblooms
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