I got my bicycle back today… one of the things I had done was to change the gearing from a today’s typical 50/34T to a 40/36T which was something common in the 60’s. What use to be touring… is now considered Adventure… wait long enough and what was becomes the new thing (like typewriters)…
Phantom Ranch, Grand Canyon… if my reservation is accepted; in 2017 I will do what I had hoped to do at age 50; hike the Grand Canyon to the bottom and stay at the Phantom Ranch. 11 years late… but better late than never. Such actions happen when you decide to type on a 110 year old typewriter.
Been thinking about what I would like to do… haven’t done a marathon (for the simple reason that running 26 miles has zero appeal for me). On the other hand walking that distance is a horse of a different color.
After 12 years I have 25 Volumes of “The Complete Peanuts” and thought I was done. There is a 26th due in November (RATS!).
While typing on my 1937 Underwood (Noiseless) it kept causing problems… and I was reminded of a strip when Lucy buys a balloon but is unable to blow it up. She ties a string to it anyway and drags it along behind her.
I continue to type… and post it anyway (one of the lesson learned from Peanuts)!
On PBS they have been showing profiles of Presidents. In 1960 Kennedy talked about getting “America’s edge back”… which sounded a lot like “making America Great Again”. In 1964 Johnson questioned the temperament of Goldwater… (which sounded oddly familiar).
Presidents lied and misled and concealed…. the only difference between then and now is that back then “hope” was part of the campaign as well. “The only thing to fear is fear itself…” “Some see things and ask why? I see the things and ask why not”… I misquote.
However I had a sense that in past times there was a belief in the power of good and no matter what presented itself today… tomorrow was another day.
I am one of those who believe that the United States is a great country that needs to improve and grow to become even greater. Perhaps the gaps in perceptions would be less if those with so much… realized just how much they have… and those who have so little; did not have to hear about all the things others feel have been lost.
It may be silly to think I can ride a bicycle across a state and feel safe and secure. I believe that anyone with a bicycle regardless of color or creed of type of bike will feel the same joys I do. Eat the same buttered corn on the cob and feel the friendly feeling that the plain folks of Iowa have for guests. This is America to me.
There have been times as I drove to Iowa that I have been followed by the police… more times than I can count for long periods of time and this is America as well. I know both worlds; the kind and the not-so. I value the kind more.
The America of today is full of people who have opportunity and rewards far beyond what my parents could imagine. An Uncle of mine had dreams of being a elevator operator… and his peers felt he was being “uppity” because only “whites” were allowed to push the elevator buttons back in the day when America was greater. I know I could have any job I wanted… that I could achieve all my goals because during that time when America was great… great people like my father could not go for dreams they sought because of someone saying a person of color would not/could not do or be allowed such work.
Perhaps if we understood this improvement in out society…. and accepted it as the greatest of all achievements… the gaps between us would be easier to bridge and communication would flow with ease. No need to shout and have no one hear; we would just be the same citizens after the same goals of equality and justice for all.
But then I don’t think big… just how to ride a bike across Iowa… where I heard someone say: “Is this heaven?”… “Just Iowa”…