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Wednesday, August 10, 2016


We have arrived at the mountain town of REPUBLIC, Washington, located some 50 miles West of COLVILLE, Washington.

Some 71 years ago, I was a somewhat often visitor to REPUBLIC situated high in the pristine NorthWest mountains on US Highway 20 in the State of Washington.

During the years from 1945 through 1953, my parents owned and operated the trucking company
TRI -CITY Freight Lines, serving eastern Washington.  Among cities often visited was the thriving mining and logging community of Republic, from which our trucks transported finished lumber products to the cities of KENNEWICK, PASCO, and RICHLAND.

Richland, the "home" of  HANFORD ATOMIC WORKS,  produced "BIG BOY", the ATOM BOMB which the USA dropped on NAGASAKI, JAPAN in 1945.


This update has been interrupted by the WIFI connection at the public library.  Because I did not SAVE my work in short spurts, my work of many hours was lost when WIFI was intentionally turned OFF without my knowledge.

We learn as we go forward.

Frustration is mounting with each blip in WIFI connectivity.  REPUBLIC townspeople, being at the end of the wagging INTERNET TAIL, appear to be as frustrated as I. 

If this is the future of INTERNET, we are in for BIG troubles !

Sunday, August 7, 2016


Back at McDonald's ...

Year 2016 has been for SAM, SPIA and ME, one to commiserate and ponder.  Shortly after leaving Dallas and his new Bride, we made a  swing East to West circumnavigating America.  Mostly to put space between the many months of our time with Dallas, it became clear that we had lost our "edge".  My body had become "soft".  Concentration on "walking" became nigh on impossible. 

I dived into a new project ...;  Friend BOB invited me to crash his couch.  The property, after many years' of miss use and abuse while acting as a rental, had become a veritable Jungle.  Bob gladly turned me loose on his property.  The next few weeks drew Ooos and Aahs from neighbors, passerbys, and Bob himself, as Bob's home turned into a showplace.

It was about this time that events began to change ... starting with the night I fell off the commode
in pitch blackness, striking my head on the bathroom sink.  Stunned, it was a few moments before I moved.  My spine was rearranged from being pushed DOWN into my neck.  My left shoulder still rides a bit askew.  No, I made no complaint to Bob or my Doctor.   I am reluctant to assume that a concussion may have resulted, but a twitch continues to "pinch" my neck from a sudden twisting movement. 

Had it not been for the purported STROKE which closely followed the unfortunate COMMODE event, I would not be so curious about the STROKE coincidence.  Beasitmay, I was admitted to the hospital in BELLINGHAM, with an apparent stroke.

Two days later,  I was discharged from the hospital.  My Primary Doctor suggested she arrange for on-going tests, to which I agreed.  Two days later I was notified that no test arrangements had been made.

I became disgruntled ... first with the hospital staff who took no interest to my STROKE ... then to my own primary doctor's apparent disinterest.

I decided to let events flow as they may.  I packed up SPIA, feeling really good, and departed BELLINGHAM.  

Many weeks later I returned to BELLINGHAM. having once again circumnavigated America.

In May 2016, the hospital called my personal phone,  a mechanical sounding voice asking ... how was I doing .  I responded that if the voice really was interested it would have not waited from February thru May to ask.  I hung up on the voice. 

Walking across the local BELLIS FAIR MALL parking lot, a not so young lady asked for my help to load her car with a bulky item.  The lady then asked if I wanted to earn some money to help her move from her present home to her new "Senior" apartment.  I agreed to help her move, but would not accept any remuneration.  She agreed.  The next 3 weeks, I worked each day for the lady, accepting no payment ... except when she insisted that I accompany her a time or two for dinner in the new apartment dining room.

In April, 2016, I accepted a "job" with The Art Quarry of Alger, Washington.   For three months I worked for The Art Quarry.  My "position" consisted of a kinda "GUY FRIDAY".  For the duration of our association, I "lived" in my car ... began work daily by 6:00 am, working without breaks through 4:00 pm EACH AND EVERY DAY, taking not a single day off .

For my effort, I PAID THE ART QUARRY $175.00 per month.

Yes, I said it correctly ... I PAID the ART QUARRY $175.00 per month for the privilege of working for them !

 ... and I was happy to do so.
As I was being dismissed, the OWNER, Heather, handed me $200.00, as she said, ..."to help me on my way...".  

I immediately departed BELLINGHAM, driving some 500 miles to BURNS, Oregon, home of my daughter.  In BURNS, I was overcome by the heat ... and I must say from exhaustion from toiling for THE QUARRY ... .   As the result, I fainted, was transported to the hospital, and subsequently released
without prejudice

Leaving my Daughter in BURNS,.  I drove to near SPOKANE, Washington, where I parked in a Truck Stop, sleeping in SPIA.

For two weeks. I stayed with SAM and SPIA, parked in the Truck Stop.  Leaving BURNS, Oregon, I was without any $$.   As I received NO remuneration from THE QUARRY, my only option was to sit tight at the Truck Stop, waiting for arrival of my U.S. Government Social Security Bank
Deposit, expected on August 03, 2016.

During this two week period, I accepted two McDonald Hamburgers from a kindly employee.  I rationed my dwindling supply (10 packs) of Instant oat meal, using water from LOVE"s Truck Stop.
Yes, I could have asked for help, but I opted to accept my self-imposed ration.

On August 03, 2016, my SS $$ arrived.  I paid outstanding debts.

On August 03, I opted to reverse my previous destination of NEW YORK CITY ... which by now was too far to reach from some 3,000 miles away.  All day, I studied the map, finally accepting the wisdom to stay in the State of Washington ... , walking and rolling within our home state.

Two days ago, I had my first real meal in two weeks. 

Two days ago, I again fainted.

Being transported to ER, the attending ER Doctor and I opted for me to check out of the hospital.

I checked out of the hospital, apparently none the worse for wear.

I am hoping AT&T will help us post this blog update.

I truly apologize for failing to maintain my commitment to this, our Blog ... and to YOU, who have stood by while we worked through these unfortunate months.

It is now 3:51 pm in COLVILLE, Washington.  This Blog update has been presented for PUBLICATION ... and once again been rejected.

On August 06, 2016, a similar POST request has been refused.

Saturday, August 6, 2016


From the NE corner of the State Of Washington, some 100 miles North of SPOKANE, Washington, SAM and ME are settling into a corner booth of McDonald's in the mountain town of COLVILLE, Washington.

A few short hours ago we extricated ourselves from the clutches of Colville's MOUNT CARMEL Hospital.

In shorts and skimpy T-Shirt, we navigated our way through darkened streets following the North Star as it guided us along US Highway 395 ... .    SPIA was waiting, as we had left her, parked under lights of WALMART.  

Once again, SAM, SPIA, and ME were together ... together and SAFE.

It was sometime a year or so earlier that DALLAS contacted us as we walked and rolled across desert wastes of central TEXAS.  "My wife has died ...", Dallas lamented to our Blog, SENIOR's WALKING ACROSS AMERICA.   "I need your help, Bruce..."

Arriving in HURRICANE, West Virginia, we found Dallas alone in his home, suffering from constant fear and pain.  His wife whom we knew from our previous visits, recently passed,  leaving Dallas alone to fend for himself as Diabetes ravaged his body and mind.



A full day creating this update abs been wasted  !!!

Working with McD which I created today has refused by AT&T (McD) to post.  Working with McD Computer Guy, the problem is a AT&T McD wide problem of over 3 week duration.  

So, what you see posted above must be recreated thru McD ... i.e., starting from scratch.

Will try again tomorrow.

For now. NO, I am NOT fully well, but am working on it...

Will now try to add to my prior POST ... and hope for some AT&T / McD progress.


Thursday, June 23, 2016

POST 1524; BURNS' OREGON; JUNE 23, 2016

I passed up a lake fishing trip plus MUSHROOM gathering among Oregon's High Desert this afternoon .....

.....Instead. been at our computer for 7 hours continuous struggling to remember how to relearn to use computer systems after so long from it all

We are rewarded with more than 500 personal blog responses.  SAM and ME can hardly believe you ...

...and we are nearly ready to walk and roll.   Heather slipped a small token to SAM AND ME as we drove away.  Her token has enabled our search of the internet off and on today become the straw on which our new CABBELLA's  COT will warm and comfort our journey.

As you already know, our Love for you is limitless.

...   And so, here WE go again

... with a few new welcome faces and hearts riding SHOTGUN over WE HAPPY FEW ...

POST 1523; JUNE 23, 2016; BURNS, OREGON

Yes, it really is SAM AND ME again back among the living.

I have recovered a major part of the Stroke suffered some months ago, but I am still cautious when  negotiating uneven / unfamiliar ground..

Since the Stroke, I have driven cross country four times alone and without incident.

I have volunteered to help a friend move from her home, including cleaning of her large palatial home and into a Senior residential community apartment.

 The last three months have found me volunteering as grounds-keeper with a "ART" Community of some 20 performers - CIRCUS Oriented - living and working to perfect routines taken on the road nationally and internationally.  My work has been not only "voluntary". ...   I "donated" $175.00 monthly to the Community  for the privilege to work with them.

These activities allowed me to stay "employed" during my recovery period of the past 6 months.

I felt it has been appropriate to take time to work through the injury period of two concussions and the stroke before resuming this blog.  My (your) BLOG has therefor suffered from SILENCE.

During this same calendar time, my doctors turned away from me; i.e" ALL my medical (Medicare) activity has STOPPED.   I receive NO Doctor appointments, or medication, including prescription medication.  Since hours after the stroke, I have been "medically" on my own.

AND SO,  this brings us to today :

Friends and family have been standing by to see what SAM AND ME do next.

We are in BURNS, Oregon.  MONICA, BEN and the Girls are helping prepare SAM to once again return to the Highways and Byways of America.  We are searching for a small folding COT to add to SAM's equipment.  As things are, I will sleep sitting up in my itty bitty folding chair.

Within the next few days, SAM AND ME will Walk And Roll across America to New York City where we will add that grand city to our saga.

For now, I will renew my own attitude to tune in with psychology of America.


A very short time ago, I was alone ...  adrift ... knowing not who I was and aware of little else.  With  Love and support of those known and unknown we have begun find our way back.

Thank You

Monday, March 21, 2016

POST 1522; BURNS. OREGON; MARCH 21, 2016

To be beyond reasonable is asking quite a lot of this sometime walker.

Walking is turning out to be something quite different these past several months.

Taking one more try at the injuries I have suffered, I am not myself at the moment.

I may take a bit more time, but intend to fully recover

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

POST 1521; BELLIINGHAM, WA. 03/16/2016

A major ...

A major series of stumbling blocks have been been thrust into the works of SAM AND ME during the past few weeks.