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I Did Not Serve…



I did not serve for Presidents or parades.

I did not serve for brass bands and marching feet.

I did not serve for glory or rank.

I did not serve for medals or political party.

I did not serve for status or station in life.

I served for a Nation and it’s ideals.

I served for the Constitution and it’s way of life.

I served for Freedom and Liberty.

I served for my friends and those I never met.

I served for traditions and long held values.

I served for duty and quiet dignity.

I served because a Nation called and I answered.

I served because it was the right thing to do.

I did not serve for Presidents or parades.


Trump Acts Like Pharaoh Removing All Traces Of Predecessor


Many reporters, newspaper op-eds and “talking heads” have mentioned, more than once, that it seems that President Trump has an obsession to anything which has to do with President Obama, Obama’s Administration and his legacy.

Using every method he can, Trump is trying to destroy his predecessor’s name like it was a “cartouche” on an ancient obelisk.

“cartouche: noun a carved tablet or drawing representing a scroll with rolled-up ends, used ornamentally or bearing an inscription.
ARCHAEOLOGY: an oval or oblong enclosing a group of Egyptian hieroglyphs, typically representing the name and title of a monarch.”

From executive order to executive order, grandiose tweets and podium statements, Trump appears determined to erase President Obama and his achievements from history.

Like Pharaohs of ancient Egypt, Trump is determined to chisel away at Obama’s legacy and existence as an American President.

Like Pharaoh, he desires the worship, adulation and loyalty of the masses while destroying the past along with the accomplishment of others.

A New Start And Voice For Dare To Dream


14468750_10208271937649360_1856133955139387798_oTen years ago, this past January 2007, Dare To Dream meekly “went” on the “World Wide Web,” but it wasn’t till the following year, 2008, that we hit our stride.

Now we have made a new commitment to renew our original goal that “Mankind is our business…”

Starting November 1st, 2018, Dare To Dream will be changing, not in looks or attitude, but in approach. We will be adding more guest posters, both who we agree with or not, and open up a dialogue in civility that we see as so needed in these unnerving times.

We will concentrate more on posting our opinions and views at least twice a week, if not more, and encourage civil debate, respect in comment and in action.

We look forward to another 10 years.


Talent Maybe Given But Must Be Honed


When I was much, much younger, Mom had asked me once what I wanted out of life?

I thought for a minute and answered, “Not to die ordinary.”

In hind sight I guess that was rather “snobbish” and arrogant on my part but there is a bit of truth in it.

Not that I felt better than my peers, or above everyone else, but I wanted to leave a mark, change a life or “touch the world.”

I always wanted to be a writer, but ah-last I was lazy and never “fine tuned the craft.”

“Dream’t the dream” but didn’t work on the basic realities.

So now I find myself in the so called “Autumn” of my life and must admit that in most of my skills and talents, I wasted many a day dreaming of the “greatness” and never took the time to work on those gifts.

I guess the biggest complaint I have with the wasting of my talents is that there is no conclusion.

Above average baseball player but never a great one.

Good writer with some gifted lines but the novel and play sit unfinished.

So-so amateur photographer but frustrated in learning the techniques.

My Dad had a stand by sermon he would bring out of the file about talents and hiding them.

The “candle under a bushel” sort of sermon and I’ve been remembering that sermon a bit more lately.

So those who are younger than I, wiser and smarter, may I impart that to succeed one must put in the “work.”

Talent is given but must be “honed.”

Oh, and one last thought. “Ordinary” is not a bad place to be and I think I’m OK with that.

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Thoughts On A Chilly Weekend


There is something about this time of year that brings out the dreamer in me.

I’m not sure if it’s the gray shades of the changing days or the crispness in the air.

It could be the shifting colours of the leaves in their announcement of the coming winter or the woody smell that hangs in the evening dusk, but it never fails at this time of year that my primeval clock nudges my senses and I awake from some muted daze and dream those fantastic dreams of years gone.

They dance within my minds eye as flickering flames upon a hearth fire of some Celtic fable that occurred in a prior life.

Ah, Autumn, let me feel your breath upon my soul.

With Trump, Up Is Down And Down Is Up


In October of 2016, after my vacation visiting the Battlefield’s of Gettysburg, I wrote a post on my observation of the Trump candidacy and the election.

A year later and many trials and incidents later, a time to re-post.

Growing up a Republican, in a Republican household, I have witnessed a complete melt-down of the Republican Party and un-reversible harm to the Nation as a whole.

Here is the RE-POST of my October 5th, 2016 comments.

14468750_10208271937649360_1856133955139387798_oLast week I took a vacation visiting the “hallow” battlefields of Gettysburg.

As we were wandering through the museum, I happened to come upon a quote that began me thinking about this years Presidential election.

The quote was on a wall, in a corner and could have easily been missed when walking about the museum.

A simple quote written, one hundred and forty-nine years ago this month, in the New York Times, October 1867.

The contest touches everything and leaves nothing as it found it. Great rights, great interests, great systems of habit and thought disappear during its progress. It leaves us a different people in everything.

Watching Morning Joe on Monday, I heard Nicolle Wallace and Joe Scarborough lament that:

Donald Trump has re-defined conservatism, re-defined the Republican Party.

I say he has re-defined America.

I’m not a big fan of Glenn Beck but on Meet the Press on Sunday, he said something I agree with and totally applaud:

We are so busy fighting with each other that we are in danger of losing more than our jobs or even our country. We are losing each other and even our families. How many of us can’t even talk with our parents, brothers, sisters or in-laws?

Trump and his candidacy of anti “Political Correctness” has destroyed a common sense of morality, a common respect for the individual and the plain everyday value of just being courteous to one another.

He rails against President Obama for what he calls “apologizing” for our Country yet turns around and belittles, malign and berates the system he wishes to “serve” as President.

His gaming the system by using tax laws to save money he calls “smart” while the middle class bares the brunt of that system.

How much body armor for our military could his almost a billion dollar loss buy for our soldiers, which he says he champions?

How much of that loss could have helped in VA medical care, not to mention education, homeland security and general relief?

Trump shows us almost daily how he’s changing the very core, the very fabric of this great nation.

He’s tapping into the dark side of human nature, the “bully” part of power, the selfishness of the I.

Donald Trump has re-defined America.

“Great rights, great interests, great systems of habit and thought” are disappearing because of his candidacy and will leave us a “different people in everything.”

Words Matter


Words matter.

Whether spoken or written, words are the very soul of our being and they define us as a person and individual.

My Dad use to say, “Don’t hold me accountable for what I think, hold me accountable for what I say.”

F Scott Fitzgerald wrote in his 1928 short story The Freshest Boy, “It isn’t given to us to know when one word will heal or one word will kill.”

I first read these words when I was a teenager in High School and they have “stuck” with me ever since.

Verbal or mental abuse is just as horrific and scaring as physical abuse.

My Father was not one on sentiment or affection.

The day I returned from the service he greeted me with a hand shake, a smile and a pat on the back. The word “love” wasn’t a word he was comfortable using. It wasn’t until many years later, days before he died, that I received a phone call while I was working out in the Northwest. It was Mom and she said “Your Dad wants to say something” and she handed the phone to him.

He had cancer and it was hard to talk but he gathered his strength and his raspy voice said, “Son, I love you.”

The last words I heard him speak.

Words matter.

The night my Mom died unexpectedly, I had stopped by to visit and run earnings for her. It was a cold freezing Ohio January night.

Before I left, Mom said, “Give us a hug lad” and as we hugged she said, “I love you and tell Bob I love him too.”

The last words I heard her speak.

Words matter.

In today’s world of ethnic and identity put downs, name calling and political hate mongering, it’s obvious we have lost a sense of what words mean.

What action do they stir and incite in the heart?

What do they teach our youth?

What memories or scars are left by the verbal abuse?

“…one word will heal or one word will kill.”

Words matter.