On the road…. again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Newsletters from 2003 and 2004 Rather than viewing the past through the rose colored glasses of a selective set of fond and cherished memories, the Footloose Forester chose to retrieve a few of...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Lobbying To Be Jury Foreman An anarchist like the Footloose Forester does not like to take orders or give orders, so most times he stayed in the background and lived his life as a lone wolf who was...
On the road…. again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Reading The Fine Print We all know that there is going to be fine print in contracts and agreements. For the most part, the fine print protects the other party from unnecessary lawsuits, in...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Not A Notebook, Exactly…But It Does Note Something About The Past As a way to share news with family and friends, some 25 years ago the Footloose Forester started sending out semi-annual Newsletters to them. He kept...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Aroma Therapy About a decade ago, the hip, the yuppies, and the avant-garde community came up with the commercially salable idea of aromatherapy. Most big shopping malls in major cities now have at least one kiosk or boutique...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Ronny Taught Me How To Throw A Curve Ball Ronny was the oldest of the children in the family. He was the quiet type. His actions spoke louder than his words. Whereas there are some personality types who...
On the road …again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek A Short Botanical History Of Home We youngsters might have taken the trees for granted when we were very young, but as we grew older those trees around the house became keepsakes. The old Pellek homestead on Church Street...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Overnight In Rangoon In the mid-1960s the military-controlled government of Burma was run by a cabal of high-ranking officers who were quite unfriendly to outsiders, especially Westerners. Thus, anybody passing through Burma on their way to Bangkok or...
Keepers (author anonymous) One day someone's husband died, and on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of their bedroom, the wife was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. No more hugs, no more special moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to...
On the road again..! Acer rubrum To Zyzyphus jujuba Essays, Stories, Adventures, Dreams Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Guns Take Their Toll In these times of a national subconscious fear about the next mass shooting, we all find ourselves choosing up sides regarding our own views about...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek If He Could Do It Over Again The trappings of the modern world are so much a part of our daily lives that we seldom contemplate what it must be like in places where there are no conveniences. ...
On the road …again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Why Meeza Is Soooo…Cheep First off, for those who don’t know heeza’s background, heeza is not a survivalist or a mountain man. Heeza is a pragmatist and a realist who wants to share a legacy before heeza...
On the road …again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Time Now To Burn Another American Flag There were a few times that his neighbors had seen him burning an American flag in the back yard and probably were wondering what he was up to. Burning anything...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Whistle Blower Wanna-Be Did you ever want to blow the whistle on someone who was engaging in nefarious action, or inaction? Of course you did. But nobody likes a snitch, a rat, a back stabber, or a whistle blower....
On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek On Communications: To Instruct….To Inform….To Entertain “Let there be stoning” admonished the author of a presentation address at a technical conference. He might have shocked his audience, but he probably thought that it was important to communicate...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek On Celebrating The 46th Anniversary Of Our Honeymoon This contribution is a quicky, so its composition definitely will be edited and updated just as conveniently soon after my soulmate and I return from celebrating our anniversary at...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek The Other Side Of The Coin Spoiler Alert: This is another dream-induced chronicle entry that emanates from the undigested sludge of the cesspool thoughts of the Footloose Forester. There are various ways that its random contents might be...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek La Pizza In Tutto Il Mundo While finishing a slice of hot pizza from an undistinguished establishment not usually known for good pizza (Sam’s Club in Salisbury, Maryland), the Bengal Tiger and The Bear started to recall some...
SWOT Analysis for Project Planning and Evaluation Given the number of important ventures that have had difficult births, experienced growing pains, have been marred by youthful indiscretions; and eventually grew into mature institutions that we have finally come to accept; it seems prudent that government and project planners should henceforth...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek The Goat And The Peacock The tiny island of Pulau Peucang off the western tip of Java was the site of one of only two guard stations for Indonesia’s Ujung Kulon National Park, a virtually pristine expanse of lowland...
