Wire lanterns overhead
casting a flourescent glare
the light cut by a chop/chop/chop of spinning fan
a cold feeling
the greater the path
the greater the call
the greater the quest
onwards. where's my pen?
where's my boots?
Farmington Canyon, Utah, around 10 years ago.
One of the first semi-serious girlfriends I ever had - let's call her Alice - had a really wonderful family, and we all got along famously.
They were work-hard, play-hard, really good people. They were Catholic, and there's sort of a Catholic solidarity in Utah, especially out in the suburbs.
Utah is overwhelmingly of the Mormon religion, and most non-Mormons feel stifled by it.
Now, as I get older, I come to appreciate the Mormon religion more. They're big believers in family, self-discipline, good habits, service, hard work and lots of reflection. But some of the rules are rather stifling to non-Mormons - no drinking, no smoking, no caffeine, no R-rated movies. Also, they're incredibly warm and friendly people, but at least in Utah, there's an undercurrent of being wary about associating too closely with non-Mormons outside of trying to convert them.
In my mid 20's, I attended a Police Academy. One of the most obnoxious Training Officers we had would go on and on about this concept he picked up somewhere (presumably the military):
The Three R's
I don't remember that mans name, but I remember the Three R's. They're like the game of Checkers: Complex in their simplicity.
Over the years, any time I found myself in hot water, I could trace back the source to one of those danged "3 R's".