On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Talk About Your Low-Hanging Fruit Usually, the expression, “picking the low-hanging fruit” has pejorative implications. It suggests the harvesting of what is easy to harvest; before having to exert oneself by going after the more inaccessible fruit...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Schooling for Life The importance of school can never be forgotten. Having the opportunity to attend school should not be taken for granted, and the Footloose Forester was more blessed than most people. Perhaps he did take...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Computer Learner Becomes a History Scholar This chronicle makes use of the “On the road….again!” letterhead above, not because it is a remembered tale about some brief sojourn of the Footloose Forester to an obscure destination in...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Scuba Diving In The Bubbles Of Jacques Cousteau Despite the horrific loss of life in the earthquake of 12 January 2010, Haiti remains a fascinating place to visit. Our memories of Haiti predate the earthquake, thus are...
On the road again...!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Getting Around in Helicopters Foresters and other natural resources professionals get around in helicopters more often than most folks. Kind of like a businessman or woman taking a taxi to get to an appointment in a...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek M for Montana Having a railroad pass to travel anywhere in the United States was part of the plan to make a summer adventure in a new state after his sophomore year at Rutgers. He thoroughly enjoyed the...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Persona Non-Grata Every person, at some time or another, lets negative thoughts creep into their consciousness. Usually, the thoughts of negative episodes in life come back again and again over the years. It does not happen too often...
On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek When The Fish Are Running By now, the prospects for harvesting clams from Chincoteague Bay in Virginia are fairly certain. Warm weather, low tide, a favorable wind direction, and a calm ocean surface all make for ideal...
On the road …again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Footprints Lead To Trouble When family and friends asked out of curiosity why the Footloose Forester was in the Republic of the Comoros one year, they became doubly curious in the following years after Islamic fundamentalists hijacked...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek On Name Dropping The Footloose Forester has been a practicing iconoclast for most of his adult life. No, make that most of his entire life. As a teenager, he spent plenty of time musing about hypocrisy and the...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek We Built It…..We The People It’s regrettable that politics has to be so partisan. On the one hand, the concept of partisanship is the engine that drives the development of political platforms by which voters can...
On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Remembering The Rutgers Tomatoes Thu’s mom, the original Bengal Tiger whose name was Trang Thi Dao, came north with us for the summer in New Jersey, while Footloose Forester visited with his parents and worked a factory...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek The Wild Horses Of Assateague Island They have been living near the beach for the last 300 years, so the wild horses of Assateague Island in Maryland and Virginia probably resent the hundreds of bathers, beachcombers, and volleyball players...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Of Sausages and Snails and Smoked Squids What we remember from the past as the best pizza; the best sub sandwiches; the best southern fried chicken; or any other dish we remember--is part of the suite of memories...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Confession Of A Practical Joker The text of the following spoof was culled from the black heart of a practical joker who calls himself the Footloose Forester. He sometimes risked official displeasure with his propensity to...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Mesa Verde, Colorado From among the hundreds of pictures of Pueblo Indian culture discovered at Mesa Verde in Colorado that one finds on the Internet, almost all focus on relatively up-close snapshots of dwellings, tools, utensils and artistic relics. Few...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesteryDick Pellek The First Time I Met Up With A ….. Many vivid memories are about the first time that the Footloose Forester met a wild or dangerous animal, face to face. Early memories are about small animals caught in traps. Brother...
On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek The RT Probe When we finally decided that clam hunting was going to be a steady part of our future lives, Thu and the Footloose Forester decided that one Hawaiian Sling was not enough to make our...
On the road…. again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Where The Deer And The Etcetera Play When he looked out the back window this morning he spotted the waving tail of a grey squirrel. Nothing unusual about that; except that the squirrel in the black cherry...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Even In Bad Weather, The Clams Are There As time passes and we become more competent at harvesting clams from Chincoteague Bay, news of our successes has spread to other family members. That means more visits, especially in the...
