The Summer of “73”

Everyone has memories they cherish from times when they were growing up. I have many memories, but none of them are as memorable as the ones I have of the Summer of “73”. That Summer holds some of the most cherished memories of my teen years. Not so much because of what I did that Summer, but more because of the woman I met who treated me like the son she never had.

It was long before I gave my life to Christ, but a time that helped influence the Christian I would one day become. If for no other reason than the woman who did her best to give direction and order to a teen who needed it.

It was long before I gave my life to Christ, but a time that helped influence the Christian I would one day become. If for no other reason than the woman who did her best to give direction and order to a teen who needed it.

It was a time in my life that I went farther and seen more than many do in a life time. I would travel through Canada, down through Montana to Tupelo Mississippi, and then to Birmingham Alabama, before catching a bus back home to Duluth Mn. All along the way I would spend time in places like Saskatoon Saskatchewan, Kansas City, Oklahoma City, Butte Mt, and even Bozeman Mt where my brother and I were able to get out to Gallatin Gateway to visit our grandparents. There were many small towns and big cities along the way where I met many different people, and fall in love with some young gals along the way more than a few times.

Train Rides

Have you ever wondered how people get from point A to point B, I don't mean in a physical mileage way, but in an emotional way. We all take in our surroundings and make decisions based upon the way we see things happening. Then when we get to a certain point in our life we take an inventory of how we are doing. Sometimes we are relatively satisfied, and other times we are disappointed, but do we ever really reflect upon the decisions we made that ultimately got us to point B?

I guess we might if we realize we are dissatisfied with our lot in life, but do we ever revisit those moments and try to undo the damage we did by our wayward conclusions. Or do we instead attempt to revise our opinion of our place in society that has us where we are at any given moment? Often times I find myself looking at my surroundings and wondering what would be different had I not missed my stop at Mannheim Germany 26 years ago.