Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Curbchek Day One
The mountain? The mountain has become my refuge, my place to heal, recover, regroup. The Mountain is where I hope to die some far off day old and frail, still hiking, planting and raising bees. Till that day I leave the house and hit the deer trails, looking for antlers, bear scat, and the ever elusive Mtn lion. I listen to the wind and think back.....back to when Curbchek was brutally real to me. It was my life. I could smell the powder from gun fire, hear the screams of wounded and injured women and children( and a few men). I would be responsible to try and find a way to bring order to chaos. Justice to those that had been wronged. Light to darkness.... impossible tasks I undertook willingly. Thinking really stupidly that I could make a difference for my children, and others children. Work hard enough I thought and maybe I can make this a safe place. Maybe I can battle successfully the crime that has destroyed the city I barely survived as a child. Maybe my children will never know what it is like to be in a knife fight at 10 with three kids trying to rob you. (Rob you for a couple of bucks, by the way). That was my hope. Curbchek is my description of the journey.
This is supposed to be my Blog, but reality is it is your blog as well. Ask questions, post comments about my whining, tell me what you think! That is what blogs are in my mind. Have at it, give me your best. you may piss me off, I may piss you off! who knows... regardless here we go, Once more into the breach.....