This poem; A Life for a Life by Dinah Mulock was given to me by my mother on a day that I felt no one understood me and especially not my mom. She put this under my pillow and I have been grateful ever since. Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible...
On the road… again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Who Manages The Managers? The chronicles and personal stories of the Footloose Forester, up to this point, purposely avoided episodes that were critical of others, accusatory, or those that cast aspersions. Although everyone has...
I was born in Columbus Ohio, in 1946. during my childhood, I had become a shy mixed-up human being. growing up in a constant poverty, made me a chronic worrier. i was the middle of three boys. i was boy trying to be a man.In 1965 the world was changing rapidly...
This is not how I imagined I would be spending my last night at my mom's home. My idea was a quiet peaceful time, reflecting on the many happy moments enjoyed over the past 47 years visiting with family. In reality every piece of furniture is gone now except for a...
INTEGRITY The most significant value that I was shown in my lifetime was from my Daddy…Integrity! The situation was that my Daddy was principal of the high school and one of his responsibilities was to sign papers to send to the Arkansas Athletic Association in Little Rock in order for them...
This week marks the 50th anniversary of the Cuban Missle Crisis, a time when we skated closer to the line of nuclear war than we realized then or think about now. I was not quite 18, a freshman at Texas Woman's University in Denton. I don't remember how my roommate and...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek The Drunkard Mouse of Joburg Thu was keen to visit Kimberly, South Africa, site of the most famous diamond mine in the world. So we arranged to take a vacation in South Africa, with a trip...
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 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 Washoe Indian Encampment at Wrights Lake, California Only after joining the Western Pennsylvania Conservancy as a volunteer in 2009 did Footloose Forester rekindle his interest in geology. Having the time to document his memoirs helped, but the thoughts...
In August, 1958 at the age of fourteen years (4), I was given the opportunity to spend a few days in Salt Lake City, Utah with my grandmother Thiessens, affectionately nicknamed "Mumpsy". This was to be a special outing, just Mumpsy and me. As we walked along Main Street, I remember...
On the road… again!Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek C for Costa Rica The Switzerland of Central America is known as the country that has the most stable democracy in Latin America. Costa Rica is also a magnet for studies in tropical ecology, whether one is interested...
The one and only time I have intentionally killed anything more than a bug or mosquito...which they all need to perish if you ask me, was the time my best friend Donnie and I shot at a bird’s nest in the front yard of his house. We were about 11 or...
FOR MY SON TAKE YOUR SON TO WORK DAY I WAS WORKING AS A PLASTERER FOR MY BROTHER AND I ASKED IF HE COULD USE SOME EXTRA HELP. I WAS ASKING FOR MY SON. HE SAID THAT WOULD BE FINE - BRING HIM TOMORROW. MY BROTHER HAD TWO GUYS FROM...
If you could broadcast a single lesson you've learned from your faith what would it be? The most memorable lesson that comes to my mind is hearing my favorite pastor challenge his congregation: Don't be afraid to Get out of the Boat. The setting for this instruction was Jesus walking...
On the road…again!Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek Deadline On Guam Of the many lucky breaks that made life a lot simpler and saved a ton of money at the same time, going to Guam was one of them. It really was planning, and not luck that...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to ZambiaChronicles of a Footloose ForesterBy Dick Pellek The Tiger and The Bear Lots of couples have nicknames for one another, and Footloose Forester and his soul mate were among that group. Thu’s mother was known by some people as Tiger Dao, and with the...
In the first few years after “The War” every American wanted either something they had been denied during “The War” or something they’d never had. We teen agers were no exception. There were, of course, some fads that came and went, such as boys insisting on a pair of boots –...
On the road…again! Afghanistan to Zambia Chronicles of a Footloose Forester By Dick Pellek Originally published on 2 January 2012 A Story of War Joe Fodor is going on 90 now, but you would never know it...
