Until our recent trip to the Newark airport town of Elizabeth, New Jersey, the nearest I had come to fulfilling the old saying, “You can’t get there from here” was at the tiny Pacific coastal fishing village of Yalapa, Mexico, where the only two options to get there are horses stomping through the rain forest and a water taxi from Puerto Vallarta. I shall never forget that great jaunt by water.
But after we got off of the New Jersey Turnpike and followed the directions that we had to get to Wyndham Gardens Hotel, where we were intending to stay, it would truly seem that finding it was impossible. After the directions didn’t work we stopped twice for directions, the last one even getting them from the Internet. Still we couldn’t find it. We ended up staying at the Newark Airport Hilton for the next two nights.
Even when my cousin was bringing me back from our trip into Manhattan, he directed his iPhone to take him there and it misdirected him to that hotel! I have no plans on a repeat of that venture, though I enjoyed the evening in Manhattan and the time at the hotel with Rhonda very much.
So the next time someone tells me jovially, “You can’t get there from here,” I won’t be laughing. I’ll be looking for another destination.
In the meantime, get a copy of my book, Most Comprehensive Origins of Cliches, Proverbs and Figurative Expressions online in either paperback or Kindle, and be looking for the first volume of Exploring Our Exciting World due out before Christmas.
It seems that to some extent this has been one constant. But that statement in itself is a bit of a paradox. I suppose I’m glad that new projects and puzzles lurk on the horizon of each new sunrise–actually I face them earlier, since I am an early riser. Without something to occupy my imagination I would lack vision. And without a vision people perish.
Today I am dealing with a mix of circumstances regarding pubilcation at some level with five books. Receiving the Kindle version of a classic from an associate and setting it up to go on Amazon; receiving in the mail two proofs of other books and likely a hardback history book which I am examining for scanning and reprinting because the original publisher has gone out of business; and conducting an interview with a new author regarding publishing her book of poetry. And, oh yes…,likely spending time inserting some edits which come to me from another associate on my own new book. Certainly a busy day, and this is not all I am dealing with.
But if I didn’t feel that it was all for the greater good I would be enjoying retirement from my previous profession rather than spreading myself thin like this. Yet even in so doing, I always am concerned with each individual author and each particular book, and do not get off focus while handling them.
Our motto is Small Enough to Care about the Author, Large Enough to Reach the World.
How many caught this news story today? A female Manchurian tiger and an African lion are the proud parents. No this is not a gag based on the movie “Napoleon Dynamite.” According to Chinese zoo officials these beauties are only born in captivity and there are only about 20 in existance. Three liger cubs were born on May 13, and two survived.
When I was in Bejing, I was priviliged to visit the Panda Zoo where the majority of the pandas in captivity live. What cute creatures they are. But there are lots more than 20. The Chinese seem to have a knack for getting a monopoly on things. Now America is dependent upon them for a lot of the money our government spends. I, for one, believe this should change. America is still the land of oportunity. We need to grasp the vision and sprint forward to see that we remain just that.
And we still have lots of zoos in America which are special. Omaha, Nebraska has a very unique one with some wonderful bird spices. And Grant Park in Atlanta has not only a huge variety of animals from all over the globe, but the Cyclorama, portraying the story of the Civil War. It has been a century and a half today since the bloody battle in Antietam Maryland, September 17, 1862, which changed the country forever. 4.000 of our brave men died in one day, and over 19,000 more were wounded. That battle was re-enacted to insure that those in the area look back to our hurt and see how far we have come.
May God bless America, and keep us strong.
Yesterday we got a bit of a scare at the St. Clair home. My doctor has increased my BP and triglyceride meds to help control my mild kidney disease. He also wants me to increase my exercise. I’m supposed to be going to arobics classes three times a week (something which sometimes takes a back seat to a busy schedule). But I like getting out and mowing our lawn (though done on our Troy-bilt lawn tractor). At least it does provide excercise I wouldn’t get otherwise, especially because it is a large lot to mow. One of the back tires was low on air, so I pulled the mower up beside my car and hooked the compressor up to my cigarette lighter (which I don’t otherwise use). I started the car so the use of the power wouldn’t be any drain on the battery. Upon exiting I must have hit the fob door lock accidentally, and the car was locked up “tighter than a drum”. My wife always has a spare key, so I wasn’t sweating too bad yet. When I asked her to get it for me, it was nowhere to be found. After searching high and low we came to the conclusion that she was not going to be able to locate it, and began calling locksmiths to open the car. After all, it was running, and the air conditioner was on full blast. I couldn’t believe it. Every locksmith in the phone book was out on a job and couldn’t make it for an indefinate period. I guess it’s a good thing the doctor had increased my BP med. My wife thought she had likely left it in a pocketbook when she had changed last time, but had already gone through her entire collection of purses (that takes a while). Finally, after going back through them again, she located the key in a zipper compartment she hadn’t checked. I told her I guess we both just needed a little lesson. There was a good reason we hadn’t been able to reach a locksmith.