Welcome to My Life

I was born and raised in Central California. After spending my first 18 years of life in the same county, and graduating from a small high school in a small town, I wanted nothing more than to leave home and see the world. So, I did. Left home, that is. I didn’t see as much of the word as I wanted, though. I still haven’t.

After taking an early retirement from a 911 center (they could have kept me longer, but the open road beckoned) I traveled in an RV for many years, mostly throughout the Southwest, stopping now and then to work, and experience new ways of life. I worked in national parks, small mom-and-pop places, and large warehouses, doing a wide variety of jobs for a wide variety of businesses. Usually, when the general public was taking their vacations, I remained in one spot. When those people settled down for the fall, winter, and early spring, I wandered.

The pandemic caused me to rethink my way of life. I can’t say I was getting bored with the way I was living, but I came to the conclusion I needed a change. I wasn’t sure what that change should be, so I settled temporarily into a “normal” type of existence. For the first time in 20 years I moved into a stick-and-brick, a real honest-to-goodness house. That was two years ago. I can’t say that I’m in love with the idea of spending the rest of my life in one spot, but it does have some good things to say about it. Give me some quiet time, and I’ll come up with a list for you.

Meanwhile, I’ve decided to continue this blog. I may not currently be physically wandering, but you can bet that my mental wanderings would put the average person to shame. My wonderings wander more, and much farther than what would be normal for the average person. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I still wander, just not as far, nor as often as I did before this crappy virus changed my view of life. Oh, and there’s the wars, the pestilence, the politicians destroying our way of life, governments taking over the will of the peoples of the world–oh, I think you get the idea.

I’m an old man getting older, and more insolent in my outlook for the future. Unless something changes, and changes soon, future generations of people around the world will be paying an exorbitant fee for our reckless management of that which has been left for us to care for. And, I’m not just talking about countries, populations, and ways of life, but about Earth, our very home.

That’s enough about me. What about you? How do you feel about those things that are endangering your children’s, and your children’s children’s existence? Leave a note on Facebook. You can find me there if you can’t find me anywhere else. Well, I’m not there all the time, but I do check in once in a while.

My life in 399 words (as of 2021):

I ran as fast as I could to escape the clutches of the place where I was born and raised, only to find myself halfway around the world when halfway around the world was not a popular destination. The jungle gave way to the desert which spit me back to the valley, only for me to run back to the desert. And the rain and snow continues to fall.

I’ve had about as much schooling as I can handle, but I continue to learn. My two children helped raise me, and my two wives were happy to be rid of me. Along the way I’ve had the opportunity to face down the devil and dance with an angel or two, climb mountains, hike canyons, swim rivers and oceans, and discover that the sands of beaches are pretty much the same as the sands of deserts. I’ve helped the dead and assisted the living, and I’ve left my mark where my mark was meant to be left. And too often, my sleep comes fitfully.

Employment options have been many, but too often they have not satisfied. I’ve worked the land, analyzed that which needed to be analyzed, dealt cards, and rolled the dice. My voice has floated on the air waves, my fingers have tickled computer keys, and my knowledge has been freely given to others.

When things need to be done I’ve tried to be there to do them. I’ve roamed the streets, traveled the highways and byways, and guided adventurous souls where they wanted to be guided. I’ve tried to keep others safe, given directions to the lost, taken money, repaired the broken, logged numbers, rearranged words, and earned less than I should have. But so far, I’ve enjoyed life, at least most of it.

It’s too difficult to remember the transportation I’ve owned, but I’m still in love with the back seat where I kissed my first love. Whether it be a Chevy, a Ford, a Dodge, or a big RV, you can be sure it has taken me to places I thought I might like to be, only to find there’s a place down the road where I might like to be.

There are more people I can call friends than I have the right to claim. Maybe someday I will be able to thank them for allowing me to be a part of their life.

About This Blog

This is a continuing work in progress. It is the ramblings of a wandering wondering fool with too much to say and not enough time to say it. Or, maybe too much time to get said what needs to be said at that particular time, and nothing really to say. Well, anyway you consider it, this blog is about what I have to say, when I want to say it, and not a moment before. Sometimes I’m a little late in getting it said, but it will get said, sooner or later.

The open road beckons

The open road beckons

4 thoughts on “Welcome to My Life

  1. I am at my brother, Larry, (scary Larry) home in Marble Canyon. I read your book, The Lady in the Pink Underwear. I will read Pinky Anderson next.

    I am showing Larry how great the internet can be. I told him I would go to your blog. He asked that I say hi to you.

    I “get” your writing style. As you know, Larry’s thought are like a continuous winding curved road that could lead any of us off a cliff if we do not stay focused but be ready for quick turn in his thought process. To try to respond to him I wonder, if like your style of writing, do I start with last meandering or where the conversation began.

    Kudos to people like you for writing a book chocked full of creativity, imaginary people and places.

    Thanks

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    • Thanks, Pat. Tell Larry I said hi and would love to sit down with him and discuss the future of the world over a cold beer. Tell him to stay in touch. Email works great (jrwheeless@icloud.com).

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  2. Wow! Cool to hear of my Uncle Scary Larry from 1500 miles away. Knew he was a bit of a legend, but didn’t think i’d see his name in an article, or some similarities. Thanks for the read!

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  3. Your uncle is a great guy, a man who has left an impression on many. I spent many a day exchanging ideas with the man. He even let me use some of his writings in one of my books. He’s a friend I will have fond memories of forever. Hope to get back to Northern Arizona soon, and stop in and say hi.

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