Due to the recent deaths at the Grand Canyon, three in eight days, I am now seeing this article online. I don’t know if this is where the story originated, but I’ve seen it in several different publications. It discusses the different ways people have died at the Grand Canyon.
May I suggest something? Read the article. Then, if you’d like to learn more, read on.
Last night, while gazing up at a sky full of stars, the Milky Way clearly visible, I had the opportunity to witness the last burning glow of a few small meteorites as they blazed their way through the earth’s atmosphere. There were not a lot of them, but the half dozen I watched burn out seemed to bring to mind a time when life was much simpler. That thought led to all sorts of ideas rolling around in my mind, but the one that stood out among all the others was the idea that certain of our senses bring to mind memories of past times, both good and not-so good. Continue reading
This story is a fictional account surrounding events that occurred almost 100 years ago. A New York dancer travels to Northern Arizona, and makes a life for herself, and her husband, in a rugged land of high cliffs, endless sky, and wide open spaces. I hope you enjoy what my imagination has come up with.
Now, I’d like to introduce you to Blanche, a woman who tamed the wild west.
The year is 1919. The war to end all wars had ended just a short twelve months before, and soldiers are returning home with their pockets full of cash and fire in their eyes. The economy of the United States is the best it has ever been, and being a citizen of the wealthiest nation on earth is a heady experience. She’s a dancer in one of the world’s greatest vaudeville shows—the Ziegfeld Follies. New York is the center of the universe. What she didn’t count on is that her love for her husband is stronger than the pull of the limelight and fortunes that await her. Continue reading
