“ Then there is the other kind of Christmas with present piled high, the gifts of guilty parents as bribes because they have nothing else to give. The wrappings are ripped off and the presents thrown down and at the end the child says—”Is that all?” Well, it seems to me that America now is like that second kind of Christmas. Having too many THINGS they spend their hours and money on the couch searching for a soul. A strange species we are. We can stand anything God and nature can throw at us save only plenty. If I wanted to destroy a nation, I would give it too much and would have it on its knees, miserable, greedy and sick. ”
- John Steinbeck 1959, Letters of Note
1959 hey? Hasn't improved at all. Anyhow, i'm feeling guilt for having neglected the blog of late, too many things i just don't want to say. Anyhow, part of my distraction lately has been adventure riding, a guy, a bike, and a thousand square miles of playground. It's where i want to get to ... that's my goal now.
No chance of it happening soon, except in my own head, but i'm fortunate to have people like
Sibirsky Extreme Riders for insiraton.
peace and love
2 comments:
Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones David - and I hope you get that playground next year ...
regards
Graham
Aah thanks mate!
You'd be high on my list of destinations!! Hope you guys have a peaceful season over there too.
peace and love
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