Remember Uzi Cohen, who we sponsored for citizenship? When Uzi's father was told he was a father, he was standing guard duty on the Israeli Border. They asked him what he wanted his son's name to be. He looked down at the Uzi machine gun he was holding. I'm sure glad that is not where I was born.
I wonder what he is doing on this clear crisp morn?
============= Treece Jeanice =============== Roland James =========================

 

California

(Golden State)

Thru the golden Sacramento Valley with its 100 varieties of rice.
Cherries, avocados, artichokes at road stands displayed nice.
From the vast populations of California to the north we speed.
We quietly pause to see Mount Shasta, by the airport in Weed.

This state is my home although I have looked for another solution.
To many taxes, to many people, to many cars, to much pollution.
Upon first visit to the Lady San Francisco & her bay, I fell instantly in love.
This magnetic magic city drew me to her bosom like an angel from above.

Corner to corner to corner to corner to corner to corner to corner to corner.
Small towns, cities, districts I have traveled being seller and entertainer. There is so much to give voice too in this cool place that I call home.
Other written journeys will be for my Golden State trimmed in chrome.

I remember black and white photos, with crinkly edges, of my grandparents taken right before World War II. They were on vacation and driving an old black Model T through a giant Red Wood Tree. They were smiling, holding hands and had looks of wonder. They were homesteaders in New Mexico and to them the harsh life in the hot desert was tame.
We walked through that same tree. Our van was too large to drive through. We stood where they stood with our kids and had our pictures taken too. I wonder if our grand kids will do the same?