Travel Always Gives a True Light

I find it is travel that renews our spirits. It allows us to learn new customs, meet new people, and see new sites. My wife and I were blessed to enjoy such a trip this last week. I thank you for your patience when I went into areas and actions where daily blogging would be hard to accomplish.

I traveled for hours through the desert enjoying the cool air and the snow which was still present in crevices and washes where the sun had not yet shined on it. I had initially been worried about the heat I remembered from being stationed in Del Rio, Texas. I was very grateful to the kind people of Arizona who arranged a little snow and temperatures in the ’30s for us.

Part of my trip took me to Douglas, Arizona where I attended my son’s wedding and welcomed a wonderful new son-in-law into the family. I was also very privileged to meet his wonderful extended family and enjoy their gracious company.

I will tell you more of the grand hotel we stayed in later. It was the technical wonder of its day when first built, and even today, as it is being restored to former glory, all of the history and narrative of the local area is still visible and felt within its walls.

I will have much more to tell you about in upcoming blogs. For now, I wish to thank the people of Douglas. While I was there, I went out and walked the town. I always felt safe in this border crossing town. And the people were very friendly. I saw nice small shops, and I ate delicious local cuisine.

The hype I see on TV about terrorists, drug smugglers, rapists, and other terrors, I have learned is made up TV hype. I have been there and what I see in this nice border town is a community where people are living and enjoying daily life.

I want to thank all those I met, and all those I had a chance to talk with. Because of all these interactions, I have grown and hopefully become a better person because I have new ways to look at things.  Travel always helps to see things in a true light.

Thanks for being with me today. I hope to be with you again tomorrow.

Cultural Superstitions

Today is Friday the 13th. As I sit here, I think of all the superstitious theory and thoughts which surround Friday the 13th. I am just amazed. And yet, it is good every once in a while to suspend belief even if for the day and let a little fun to come into our lives.

When I was the Shop manager out in California for a satellite system, the technicians who work for me always got together on a Friday the 13th, inscribed their names into a mirror which they would then break on Friday afternoon. They did this to show that they held no fear of Friday the 13th or any superstitions. I believe they did it to have some fun and build morale.

Friday the 13th was never in my mind a bad day. The dreadful day to be superstitious of, for me, was Saturday the 14th. I always seemed to break my glasses on a Saturday the 14th.

I never meant to break my glasses, that was a huge no-no in the family. Yet, when I was a kid, whether it was climbing a tree or something else if my glasses were to break it was always on the Saturday after Friday the 13th. I try not to be superstitious. I do believe that in large part we are masters of our own fate and that we need to take care of ourselves. Truthfully, I was, and still am, a klutz. Yet there’s not too much I can do about that.

Superstitions are fun because they remind of our culture and our ties to others in our community. Every culture has stories and fables and superstitions. The stories give some sort of a warning that usually goes to kids. Often, a scary tale is told to help keep everybody in line and doing the right thing.

People do it because their parents do it. Their parents did because their parents did it and so on, and so forth, all the way back to the beginning of their culture.

People say that some stories in the Old Testament and warnings about what to eat and not eat were put there to help keep people healthy. There was science, even if it was the science of observation behind the ‘do this’ and ‘don’t do that.’ It is something to consider and think on. 

I highly recommend that a little research into finding out why we believe what we believe helps tremendously. The stories and celebrations of our cultures are not just superstitions.  They are morale boosters which bring us together as a people and help us to feel good.