I Walked Me a Trail

I walked me a trail

in a park called



I walked me a trail,

and my unknown bear walked as well,

in a National Park,

in California,


I ran me a trail,

but the bear ran as well,

being faster and stronger, and also

in a wilderness, called Yosemite,


I stopped me a walking

for my breath wouldn’t let me

escape my worst fears, like those

imaginary bears, that live in a

magical place, called


Geography Lesson – North America

North America consists of:

  • America
  • North America
  • Other Countries without America in their names

Central and South America, want to be like North America, just without admitting it to themselves, or others. Other Countries, associated with North America, just without America in them, are not a required part of North American Geography. Those other Countries are not labelled on American Maps, because this lesson only concerns North America!

All other countries, lacking the proper credentials, will be considered for membership, but only if the following criteria are met:

  • Wanting to have “America” in their Country Name
  • Accepting that North America is chiefly for Americans
  • All other Non-American Activities, are generally frowned upon

Next Geography Lesson –  Locating Canada on your map of North America….

My First Trip to Denmark – Day 2

OK. Still in Washington DC, but don’t fret. Denmark is still on the way!


Here is a photo taken with the Washington Monument on the left, and the Capitol Building just barely visible on the right hand side. This was actually a color photo, but my scanner and I couldn’t agree on that. I said that it was in color, but it won the argument, and made it in Black and White instead.


Blossoming Cherry Trees with the Washington Monument in the background.


The Smithsonian Institute (1855) visible with its distinctive red brick, in the background.


Sign on the streets of the City of Fairfax, Virginia.


Statue located at the Vietnam Veteran Memorial.


Civil War Cannons nearby.

I’d like to tell more about the Civil War, but that will have to wait until my re-telling of my Coast to Coast Trip across the USA. My then brother in-law was a Military Historian, and he showed me a number of interesting sites nearby Washington DC. Sorry, but the next blog will be concerning Denmark!

Yea! Denmark at last…..

How Wrong, It Can Go

When I lived in Los Angeles, California, I used to listen to FM-radio. One station, KMET played Rock and Roll, but not only that.

One DJ played Country Music as well. He often took his own records with him and played them in the evenings in the early 70’s. I was introduced to Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Linda Ronstadt, Gordon Lightfoot, and a host of others, both of Rock, Country Rock, Folk Music, you name it, he played it.

He had his troubles though, and one night while drunk and on the air, he said a number of things that got him fired. He later ended up at a FM Country Station, which  lasted another year or so, when history repeated itself, once again. He drifted from station to station, finally ending up somewhere in Colorado, where he still hosts a radio program.

This is one of the songs that I was introduced to, and had recorded on my cassette player, hiked close up to the speaker of my Transistor Radio!

  • and I can never, never, never go home again…….


Here are the lyrics from Google Play Music, if you want to sing along with Ian and Sylvia



For Amber Waves of Grain

Funny how music affects us.

I was watching the Inauguration yesterday, as was most of the rest of the world, I’d imagine, but was struck, not by the rhetoric, nor the many comments (in Danish) from the commentators, by the music playing in the background.

It’s not every day that I hear “America the Beautiful”, or the “Star Spangled Banner”. Especially when the first song was sung, it brought back memories of being an American, in the USA.

I’m not going to get my mini Stars and Stripes, nor will I comment on the new guy vs. the old guy, but it was the music that really got my attention.

It’s like when I read this post:

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/54774221/posts/1252577306 about Pearl Harbor.

Again, it was not the subject matter, but the mention of the date 7 December, that awoke a memory in me from my distant past. It occurs every year on that date, but it is no good telling my co-workers about it as they were not born and raised in the Good Old US of A. Pearl Harbor is just a historical event, and not more than that, but it is the date that reminds me of something else.

Yesterday, I got the same feeling, when I heard “America the Beautiful” sung on the steps of the Capitol Building. It reminded me of when I lived in the States, and I didn’t consider the rest of the world, other than wondering about those foreign places, when looking at a map, or hearing/seeing it on the news. We were all Americans, so it didn’t seem to be necessary as having to explain, or defend that idea, as I have done over the last 25 years living in Denmark.

I would imagine that it is not easy governing a Country, big or small, and the person that has that responsibility has a big job ahead. Every elected official makes promises both before and after the election, but it is only time that will show, how those promises will/will not be to anything.

I would like to wish the new guy luck in his endeavors, and hope that he makes good of his 4-year term. I wouldn’t want to take sides in this issue, as everyone deserves a chance in this life to show what they are worth, and he does too.

Happy New Guy USA, and PS – I loved the music!

New Attempt at Failure

I think, I’ve found a new and sneaky way to fail.

Let’s say, we divide up my followers into North and South, with the dividing line being the US-Canadian Border.

  1. All of those followers, at least those who claim publicly to be my followers, living, or propose to live south of the Canadian border, take one giant step backwards.
  2. All of those followers, at least those brave people who live in the cold north, and who consider themselves to be residents of Canada, not Alaska, which is not in Canada, take one giant step backwards as well.

If everything has gone as planned, you should be facing each other on either side of an imaginary, and yes, not visible line.

If some of you want to call it the line of scrimmage, then so be it, but its purpose is to confuse this already confusing blog, all the more.

If you Southerners, who still want to continue following this blog, would raise your right hand in the air, then….No your right hand. Not your Southpaw. and you Northerners, who still want to continue following this blog would raise your left hand….yes, it is called your Southpaw, but that is besides the point, then…

I don’t know, but I’ve lost the original intention of this blog, but don’t let that stop you from getting acquainted with one another. You might just learn that you have a lot in common, and can agree on the best way to un-follow my blog and follow each others as well.

Unless the only two people reading this is the Ice Princess from the Cold North and the Martian from the Warm South, then disregard this blog entirely.