Starting out 

Gerson and Louise's

Sol Search

Conceive,  Believe,  Achieve

 

 
 
Leaving
Southern California

No Fear     No Fate     No Defeat



 
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
 And sorry I could not travel both 
 And be one traveler, long I stood 
 And looked down one as far as I could
 To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 Then took the other, as just as fair,
 And having perhaps the better claim,
 Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
 Though as for that the passing there
 Had worn them really about the same,

 And both that morning equally lay
 In leaves no step had trodden black.
 Oh, I kept the first for another day!
 Yet knowing how way leads on to way, 
 I doubted if I should ever come back. 

 I shall be telling this with a sigh
 Somewhere ages and ages hence:
 Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
 I took the one less traveled by,
 And that has made all the difference.

 

The path less traveled

Peace



Dreams do come true
 

GUILTY of 2nd Degree Murder

The Sentence:  18 years in the Arizona Department of Corrections and at "flat-time", meaning no possibility of parole.

An appeal has been filed, but I do not consider it likely to do anything but cost the Arizona taxpayers more money.

Trial update link

Article about case

Article about sentencing


Still remembering all those people that have come and gone in our lives...may we never forget what makes us who we are...

I am dedicating this journal to my Father - for whom without which I would have never received the nomadic gene that has taken me into the corners of the world and into the wonders of mankind.

If you are interested, here is a direct link to my Father's montage - a video compilation of his life - and what a life it was!

A Tribute to William H Wright

 

Wow, almost six months working from Santa Cruz to San Francisco and it's time to go home.  Just counting down the days until we are in the southern hemisphere.

Brasil for World Cup 2014!

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OUT of the night that covers me
 Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
 I thank whatever gods may be
 For my unconquerable soul.

 In the fell clutch of circumstance
 I have not winced nor cried aloud.
 Under the bludgeonings of chance
 My head is bloody, but unbowed.

 Beyond this place of wrath and tears
 Looms but the Horror of the shade,
 And yet the menace of the years
 Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

 It matters not how strait the gate,
 How charged with punishments the scroll,
 I am the master of my fate:
 I am the captain of my soul.



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The perfect flower

My birthday morning, July 21, 2004

 

Never mind Gerson, think of who is
taking the picture and from where.
We love our work!

 

I recently had the opportunity to create a video montage for my "adoptive" parents and be part of their 50th Anniversary celebration.

Please enjoy their montage here: 

PAT and JOE - Happy 50th Anniversary

 

 

 

                  


From this hour
I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will,
divesting myself of the
Holds that would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine,
and the north and the south are mine.
I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
All seems beautiful to me.
I can repeat over to men and women
You have done such good to me
I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them.
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be
blessed and shall bless me.
Now I see the secret of the making of
the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and
sleep with the earth.
 

Thanks to Lonely Planet, Frommers, Rough Guides and various National Park (or similar) publications
that have all assisted in my stories and historical notes throughout this website.