I was lazy today. I only drove 589 miles. As I write this note, I am sitting at a Bosselman's truckstop in Grand Island, Nebraska on a very dreary, cold, rainy evening. My dog, Pistol, is upset with me because I have not given him enough attention today, but he will get over it. That's the wonderful thing about dogs. They show us the true meaning of unconditional love.
The rain will probably turn to snow before I arrive in Denver tomorrow afternoon, but I doubt it will be cold enough to cause any problems. It still amazes me that snow can fall in October, yet I will always remember the first blizzard I saw in Wyoming. That was toward the end of October, I believe.
I am getting my first book of poetry published this year, if anyone is interested. It is entitled, Word Portraits. It will be available probably in about a month on Amazon and at the publisher's website, www.publishamerica.com. The editor sent me the final proof pages today.
As Pistol and I criss-cross this great land of ours, I am often in awe at the the beauty God has given us. At the same time, I am sadened to see the perversion that seems to prevail in many places across America. Billboards litter the roadsides advertising all manner of sin and vice. The saddest statement, I believe, is that most of these signs can be found in the heart of the Bible Belt. What does that say about Christians, like myself, who live in this area?

Vice in America

Vice prevails,
In America today,
Screaming from billboards,
From sea to shining sea.
Casino! Casino!
Give your fortune away.
XXX!-Totally nude!
Pornography abounds.
Sell your soul to Satan,
For lies your just reward.
"Don't do drugs,"
One sign reads,
Other vices are harmless,
We are led to believe.
Others hate us,
For our perverted ways,
Can we blame them?
Our freedoms gone astray.