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Friday, April 24, 2015


Seems my life has been topsy turvy these past months wintering over in West Virginia.  'tis now Spring time, albeit still unseasonally wet and cold.  It has come to pass that SPIA (1995 Mazda MPV) must be fetched from storage in Portland, Maine.  THIS I will do in the next few days...perhaps flying to Portland...perhaps taking the Greyhound Bus...perhaps walking SAM and ME.  One thing is certain:  I WILL return to West Virginia where awaits a beautiful lady with whom I have come to know and love without measure.

A pictoral story line follows taking us through recent days during which I have risen to highest highs and fought to hold on by fingernails during those blissful moments.

Most recent snow storm...barely melted by Easter Day.

The home of my Host, Dallas Lovejoy...who has found love and tenderness at 79 years...a lady "sent by GOD" to fill their Senior years...

Dallas enjoys wide ranging contacts

Dallas (r.), James (l.) of the 81st Airborne Glider Fighting Force, who landed BEHIND German lines in France on D-Day, 1944 ...  James is 96; ... and Rob, our mutual Senior friend enjoying quiet moments at HURRICANE (village) Senior Citizen daily Lunch

Oil train from North Dakota passing through HURRICANE.  A 100 + oil tank car train recently exploded not far from this spot.  Senior Building is behind the camera, only a hundred feet or so from the train tracks .

Dallas is DEACON of this Seventh Day Adventist church located on Pea Ridge, Huntington, West Virginia.  I often attend services with Dallas each Saturday here, which is to be the site of his marriage to Carol in the near future .

CULLODEN OPRY HOUSE Saturday Night Dance.  Final dance includes a circle of dancers holding hands to a musical prayer. 

4th Avenue passing in front of Dallas' home.  White area is remnent of 8 tons of gravel which I used to build a turning and parking space.  Yes, shovel full by shovel full.

Near Centurian next door neighbor to Dallas.

CAROL...Dallas' Betrothed.

KAREN..., close friend of Carol.

(r. - l.)   Carol and Dallas; Joe and Susan, and Johnny, Carol's Brother.

George, Bell Ringer of the Portersville Church near the home of Sally.  Together with Sally, I have the pleasure to attend services Sunday and Wednesday.

SUZY, ANNA and JACQUALIN, Daughter and Grand Daughters of Sally

Sally and daughter SUZY entering church together.

My adored lady, Sally.  Sally and I worked an  entire day manicuring her property.  Sally, frail as she appears worked like a tiger with that weed eater.

Home of Sally with Cherry Creek flowing thru

Sally on her back porch...wearing her (my) (tiny) Birthstone Ring. 

Sally's view of Daughter SUZY's home some hundreds of feet away.

MIKE, Suzy's Husband (Sally's Son In Law) clearing away the rocks and soil which fell onto their drive from the steep hillside next to their home.

CHERRY HOLLOW ROAD taking the "back way" to the village of HAMLIN on the opposite side of BUFFALO RIDGE.

SOCCER Saturday on the fields of HAMLIN High School.  Anna and Jacqualin both play soccer...

SUZY (r.) and JENNIFER coaching their children's soccer team.   Jennifer with the song-bird singing voice.

Sally holding DOMINO...SPYDER at her feet.  Parrot, AUSTIN, is chattering away inside.

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Sally has become my reason to be.   Together she rises above a lifetime of hurt.  Sharing much of life's pains, our moments together have lifted us both ... me to a new understanding with GOD ... she, blossoming to a smiling radiance absent much too long.

I know not if Sally will accept me into her heart.  Her hurt is deep.  She says I am all she has prayed for. 

I have been taken to this place no less than four times in my 12 crossings walking America. 

Having found Sally, accepted or not, I will remain close by.

For Sally, I have learned to pray.

With Sally I have come to understand that all things helping me walk these 27,000 miles have been under the guidance and protection of GOD, where I remain as I strive to become worthy to share the short time we may be granted.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015


HI, ALL....

Yes I am again guilty of SILENCE.
There has been no update because events have been limited and of such unbelievable substance as to be fearfully unreal.

Five years of roaming America has been about America...places, people, and events not to do with SAM and ME.  Arriving in West Virginia last September, all that changed.  I became the central figure for that which happened...i.e....

I met and fell in love with Sally, whom we all met some seven months ago...only to be summarily dismissed...dismissed with Sally's plea to find others.

The next 4 months resulted in meeting Betty (#1), who after one week invited me to join her in her home.  A new car was gifted to me along with Betty's plea to provide "protection".   Protection from whom or what I never discovered.  Betty emphatically dotted her "i's" and crossed her "t's" by producing her Smith and Wesson (gun) loaded convincingly assuring me she knew how to use it and would not hesitate to do so.

I departed Betty's home...having not experienced the pleasure of driving "my" new car.  She kept my $500 contribution to begin our life together.

Betty (# 2) followed only to part ways after a few days.

In retrospect, I harbor no malice to either Betty.  Many lovely days were mutually enjoyed.  We simply did not seem to fit.  Both ladies gifted me new clothes  - shirts, trousers, jackets, etc which I proudly wear.

All the while, I have been a  supremely happy guest in the home of Dallas.  It came to pass that lady Carol found and engaged Dallas...becoming my friend in the process.  Dallas and Carol are to be married soon.

SAM and ME have prepared to return to the road...all packed, ready to Walk and Roll...

...and what of Sally...?

As agreed, I did not contact Sally until I recently learned that her relationship with Claude had run it's course; Sally once again retreating into her modest country home in STRAIGHT STREET HOLLOW (Cherry Street HOLLAR) , a single lane unpaved roadway leading from Lower Mud River Road to the village of HAMLIN, West Virginia.

Sally and I met once again during the Friday and Saturday Night Dances over three week's time.

Offering to help her with the chore of tending her small property, we cautiously began to reacquaint ourselves.  With the soil of Sally's home beneath my finger nails, I have become unashamedly her companion in church and in public.

Writing this update in Sally's kitchen, am pleased to discover VERISON Wireless service in Cherry Street Hollar.

Sally seems to be smiling just a wee bit more these days.

Her elusive sleep is returning as I have begun to read to her carefully selected passages from the BIBLE.

Without long term commitments, Sally says she is comfy wearing my ring...two old people looking to find acceptance together in a sometimes cruel difficult world.

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Photos and things falling from shaken bushes will return to our blog in regular updates to follow.

Friday, February 27, 2015


Tomorrow is the final day of February 2015...seems impossible !!!

For the past month, have been mentally and physically ready to walk and roll back to BELLINGHAM, Washington, put SAM back in storage, fly via DELTA to PORTLAND, Maine, recover SPIA out of storage and continue our way to KEY WEST ... then diagonally back to BELLINGHAM.

The persistent deep freeze and most recently, some foot of snow on the ground, have kept SAM and ME inside DALLAS' home and off the treacherous winter roadways.

Last night was 10 F.  Starting tomorrow, temperatures will be at or above freezing.  Alas, our flight from BELLINGHAM to PORTLAND, Maine is on June 21 ... not enough time to walk and roll the 2,500 miles from CULLODEN to BELLINGHAM. to catch our prepaid flight.

We detailed a route from CULLODEN to LAUREL, Mississippi, thence taking US Route 11 to Maine.  That route places SAM and ME in PORTLAND, Maine in late August, 2015...too late in the season to walk out of the North East before another winter descends upon us.

We are leaning, therefore, toward leaving HURRICANE in the next few days, on US Highway 60 East over the Allegheny Mountains to Virginia where we will pick up US Highway 11 North via the SHENANDOAH Valley, on to WASHINGTON, D.C., then via MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY, sequentially through central CONNECTICUT and  RHODE ISLAND, to BOSTON, Massachusetts, and finally to PORTLAND, Maine to retrieve SPIA; then, the pleasure our long standing Dinner Date with VICKY and her Hubby awaits in their NEW HAMPSHIRE home .

Yours Truly...Bruce Maynard...after nearly five years walking America with SAM...twelve crossings with some 27,000 miles passing underfoot.

Betting on this product to render a temporary fix to the oil leak in SPIA's Rear Main Seal.

SPIA's Name...? :  Coined by a incarcerated teenager following SAM and ME since 2009:


Please say HELLO to JAY, MIKE, and crew member chasing down a utility malfunction in below ZERO ( COLD ) weather.

The Contractor.

A few hours later...progress is evident.

Coal Train passing the SENIOR CENTER in HURRICANE, West Virginia.

Please say HELLO to PAUL.  PAUL is the Senior Center CHEER LEADER, daily reminding ALL to " everything on your plate to be Me."... "...see, I never leave ANYTHING on my plate...", gleefully holding up his (mostly) empty lunch tray.

Lots of "sharing" and "trading" going on at lunch.

MY NEW tent being tested in DALLAS' Family Room.  Previous tent wore out, nearly drowning SAM and ME a while back over nighting in MINNESOTA

Interstate 64 traffic passing the home of DALLAS'.  Passing trucks actually shake the house as they seem to roar through the walls.  Believe Coal Tunnels may pass under the Freeway AND DALLAS' property, conducting sound and vibration through the tunnel(s) just under the surface.

Temperature at DALLAS' home this morning.  Has reached near MINUS 20 F.

Sunrise from DALLAS' covered backyard patio.

DALLAS' Front yard parking

4th Street, CULLODEN, West Virginia, leading to DALLAS' home some 600 feet distant over the wee hill.

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I have been experiencing some breathing difficulty the past few weeks.  No breathing problems walking - some 6 to 10 miles daily - just difficulty when lying prone.  Am maintaining medication prescribed, but also have a persistent lower throat / lung cough.

Must get back on the road where all becomes normal again ... and where I will lose the added weight while receiving wholesome daily meals.  Am down to the final belt buckle hole which will never do.

Was doing great while dancing with SALLY,; ... Alas, she has been taken away ... SSssoooo,

Plan "B" ...

Tuesday, February 17, 2015


Five months in West Virginia has left an indelible impression...about the land...about the people...about the language...about the fierce pride instilled in the folks who call this Tri-State corner home.

SALLY has peeked out from her hidy hole ...even accepting my dance (Jitterbug / Swing) request last week...making it clear and final that there is no space for further relationship between us.  Grateful for the few moments we shared gliding above the (concrete) dance floors of Huntington, Milton and Culloden.

Betty, too, has taken a road divergent from her invitation into her life, her and automobile keys have been returned to her...she kept my $500.00.

But for the recent snow storm, SAM and ME would be on our way once again.  For the moment, DALLAS and CAROL welcome our continued presence in their Culloden home.  I have some weeks ago initiated morning and evening home cooked meals together, rewarding us with more moments together if not a few new-found pounds we could all do without.

I must admit to growing loss of day and night vision...loss significent enough to become worrysome.

We have a new tent, air mattress and sleeping bag.

The STENTS are causing increasing irritation./..if not some pain... night and day.  By-pass surgery has been suggested as being a near-future option.

Waiting for a proper weather window.  Have not settled on a time or route to walk.  Plan arriving by mid June in Portland, Maine to retrieve SPIA from storage.

HURRICANE private Mail Box bearing the last name ( LOVEJOY )  of DALLAS.  Not a relative of DALLAS, however the name LOVEJOY is common in these parts.

Please say HELLO to CAROL, DALLAS, and FLORA, Sister in Law of DALLAS.

FLORA and ME at the CULLODEN Saturday Night dance.

Please say HELLO to FLORA, a most delightful lady...and Widow to the Brother of DALLAS.

Please say HELLO to JAMES ....

.... and his wife, BETTY, both of whom oversee the Saturday Night CULLODEN Dances.

One of two US FOODS Warehouses in CULLODEN / HURRICANE, West Virginia, receiving and distributing fresh foods nationwide. 

Senior Center facilities located in neighboring City of NITRO...home town of CAROL

Many activities are available daily, including a nutritious lunch.  Most local cities and towns in the Tri State Region offer similar Senior Centers.

Please say HELLO to DON, a local Disc Jockey offering dance music at NITRO Senior Center. 

Line Dancing to DON's music.

DO-SI-DO ...

DON and CAROL.  For years, CAROL was a fixture at the NITRO City Senior Center

Please say HELLO to Yours Truly and RUTH .....

Please say HELLO to DONNA, Director of NITRO Senior Center.

NITRO Senior Center Facilities.

Please say HELLO to LILLY, HURRICANE City Senior Center Staff member.

Please say HELLO to sisters PATTY and RUTH

Please say HELLO to ROB who stopped in at the Senior Center to interview DALLAS regarding reaching old age.

Please say HELLO to CAROL, dedicated to helping DALLAS through daily Diabetes treatments.

12 inch snow pack tn the back yard of DALLAS' home.

Garbage Can Art ... yes, a good 12 inches inabout 12 hours.  Next few days will see another + / - 4 inches falling in "MINUS" Temperatures.

CAROL's Pontiac blanketed under a foot of feather-light snow.

Here comes the CSX Coal Train.

In the midst of our snow storm of yesterday, the 109 Car Crude Oil Train from North Dakota derailed and self destructed by exploding some 60 miles from HURRICANE.

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The WART on the bottom of my left foot is healing nicely using DR. SCHOLL'S "Clear Away".  Absolutely criminal Dr. White demands $700.00 to LOOK, LANCE, and BANDAGE the Wart on my foot.