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A middle-aged man named Adam Anderson was traveling from his home state of Wisconsin to his brother’s wedding in Bay City, Michigan. He had been on the road for two days and the wedding was tomorrow. After a long, grueling drive Adam finally crossed the Michigan border and strolled into a busy looking town called Jackson during the night. He intended to rest here and seeked out an affordable, quality hotel for the money he had, this happening to be at the Baymont Inn and Suites off a Bondsteel Drive across from a Planet Fitness. Adam checked into the handsome looking hotel, got his room, and settled in with what little luggage his had – just a couple of shirts and jeans; his suit for the wedding was being reserved until he arrived in Bay City. The king size bed in this room felt like sinking into a heap of clouds and Adam easily fell asleep, setting the alarm for seven.

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The next morning, after a cheerful tune commenced, the journeyman arose from a luxurious sleep and got ready to head back on the road. He showered, dressed, and went down to the continental breakfast helping himself to waffles, eggs, sausage, muffins, and glasses of sweet orange juice. A TV was hanging on the wall in front of Adam and there was a news broadcast currently tuned in. A run off of events happening in the city and elsewhere, nothing too interesting to Adam though something about a shooting in Jackson caught his attention; he put down his fork and twisted a finger in his ear to hear clearer. The shooting happened somewhere near his location, involving three men fighting over some money and drugs. Adam shrugged his shoulders; every city has its fair share of crime and this place seemed to be no different but to be so close to the scene disturbed him.

After gathering his things and checking out, Adam left the Baymont, beeped his Altima, and headed out onto Bondsteel for a new day. The sun was gleaming brightly over the industrial skyline. Jackson didn’t look like a place Adam would suggest to anyone looking to travel, but he did not want to leave quite yet. He figured he could spend a couple hours exploring the place (he always wants to check out obscure cities on the map) and get to know his surroundings better, adding to the experience.

As he went into the heart of the city, the first major thing Adam saw was the enormous Henry Ford Allegiance Health hospital and Consumer’s Energy building as he was driving through the inner metropolis. Turning on the radio, he caught local stations talking about Detroit sports, college sports, and high school sports teams. After more of a drive Adam began to see that this city is quite tame and uneventful at times. There aren’t many high-end restaurants in this mid-size development, mainly local eateries that offer affordable meals such as a Denny’s and Steak n’ Shake, and the usual fast food joints found along either side of the main strip. Adam took a trip into Downtown Jackson and felt like he could fit at least ten of them into New York City and there didn’t seem to be much activity going on except for a shady looking bike rally that was only really appealing to roughneck biker men and women and people who like loud, raucous music.

Adam’s one day experience in Jackson already had him observing that citizens here seem to follow ordinary everyday routines, going about their lives in uninterrupted fashion. He also made a first impression that they are all like robots, walking around with little expression and enthusiasm on their faces. It’s like they just live for necessity. That’s probably the strangest part of Jackson, though this can be said about other cities as well. Adam came to the conclusion that no famous celebrities would ever come around here since the place is quite depressing and the entertainment value is subpar at best. There are quite a few things to do in Jackson though after Adam consulted his travel brochure from the hotel, seeing many opportunities of fun that he had not known about, such as the Cascades Light Show.

His day in this little metropolis was not all cherries and cream though. As Adam was going downtown and seeing all of the various shops and attractions, including the historical and recently renovated Michigan Theatre according to his guide, he was suddenly cut off in traffic, a white pickup honking its horn and racing around him, leaving Adam in the dust. The truck ran a red light and narrowly avoided colliding with an SUV coming from the left side of the intersection. Stunned, Adam decided to stop at the Michigan Theatre and check out the shows playing there. He parked on the side of the street near the theatre, being careful not to park in the timed zone, and headed for the set of old fashioned wooden green doors with red trim around the inner glass frame. Adam was simply awed in amazement as he stepped inside the front entrance; it looked like something in a museum, the sculpting of the walls, ornate marble columns, the vintage red rope by the 20th century ticket window. There was a concession bar on the left as Adam sauntered through the open theatre doors. A tall man, about fifty, with black framed glasses saw him and casually nodded. Adam walked up to the counter and asked about the shows going on here. The man, who seemed to be the owner here by his look, said a classic western hour was currently running and would be $3 to see. Adam wasn’t the biggest fan of westerns but figured it would be a shot of entertainment. He put down the cash and walked into the lone theatre on the right, his breath being immediately taken away by the vastness of this chamber. The place was like an old cathedral with meticulously crafted designs on the walls and ceiling. The giant Victorian light fixtures in the ceiling also gave this theatre a vibe of historical significance. Adam sat down in one of the seats near the back that looked like it had not been replaced since at least the 1930s, adding to its value, and immediately felt a comfort rush over him as the previews before the western hour consumed. This place felt like home to him, he could have stayed here for hours and reveled in the comforting magic it seemed to engulf him. The western hour commenced and Adam was subjected to a fantastic hour of gun-fighting, horseback riding men galloping with a superior authenticity, and dialogue that was as dark and gritty as the westerns intended them to be. This definitely became Adam’s favorite place in all of Jackson.

Adam eventually made it to Bay City, in the thumb, in time for his brother’s wedding, bringing back memories of his trip through that old fashioned town.

Now the wedding turned out to be a complete disaster. Someone accidentally fell into the cake and the expensive ring was swallowed by the uncle’s dog that was attending the wedding.

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Get Hungry Again

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The blogging year for me hasn’t been quite that great. I’ve posted less and have lost focus on keeping a consistent style. This stems from the fact that I have started to care less about running a blog and more about just enjoying my life as it is and feeling free to do what I want, like rediscovering the joys of watching YouTube again and playing video games. My purpose with blogging is it to simply learn how to write and express my thoughts, in ways that I have a hard time doing out loud. Sure I want to become successful at this…someday…but I don’t want it to become such a burden in my life that I have no time for anything else anymore. That is why I fallen off the pace so much because following a daily posting schedule was just proving to be too hard. But I guess I need to get motivated again in order to continue blogging with a purpose. Getting hungry again means looking down the road and figuring out my goals, whatever they may be. I don’t care if it isn’t always shiny and full of luster or that I’m hitting the right buttons each time, I just want to make sure I am still having fun and actually feeling like I have a life.

There are so many smart people in this world, many of them way smarter than I am. I am always envious to be on their level, to think and act like them, because there is something so brilliant in taking life for more than what it is.

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YouTube Rewind 2016

Another year of YouTube is nearly in the books. To celebrate 2016’s greatest moments, the annual Rewind is back again and better than ever.

This is my reaction video. Enjoy!

Share Your World 2016 Week #47

What are you grateful for in regard to:

Your home life?

My home life is very peaceful and cooperative. No fighting or voice raising. We mostly stick to doing our own thing.

Your family?

Great family but can be a bit unorthodox and strange especially when dealing with strangers.

Your blogging community?

The community has been largely supportive of me over the years contributing with all the likes and comments. It could be way better though but I am grateful that at least a handful of people care about my work.

I’ve slipped up a bit on blogging connections and lost a ton of readership and site traffic. Hopefully I can get things going again once I get a new burst of energy or maybe I shouldn’t make a big deal about it. Blogging for over three years has a way of making you lose focus because it seems to be a means to an end with no definite goal in sight.

Your city or immediate area in which you live?

That it is mostly small and quiet and easy to live in. Working class people going on about their normal, average lives.greenland

The regional area in which you live?

There is lots of farmland and vegetative land. Manufacturing is a big industry around here. I’m grateful that jobs are starting to pick up again.

The country where you live?

The United States is one of the greatest places to live but we are not without our problems including debt and racial hatred.

You?

I’m grateful that I am such a nice person and one who easily forgives others for their mistakes.

Share Your World 2016 Week 47

Share Your World 2016 Week 37

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Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?

I’ve owned a bunch of rocks, a whole box of them I found in a lake. Pet rocks were a popular fad back in the 1970s, being sold in boxes at the store and people were dumb enough to pay for one. The Pet Rock company started by Gary Dahl made him an instant millionaire, but not without backlash and threats from buyers at him at how they were duped into such a ridiculous scheme.

What is your greatest strength or weakness?

My greatest strength is not caring what anyone says. I’m my own person. My greatest weakness is being able to play sports.

What makes you feel grounded? 

Being at home or at least in a place that doesn’t feel like a prison.

Would you rather never be able to eat warm food or never be able to eat cold food?

I would get tired of eating cold food after a while and wouldn’t want to live without a warm meal once in a while.

Share Your World 2016 Week 37

Point of No Return

Reach for the bright stars

But don’t bruise yourself up

On the long way down

Reach

 

Dollars to Donuts

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In order to seek perfection, you must be willing to crave it. You need to devour and feast upon it. It needs to be with you at all times. The numbers don’t lie. Without this need to be perfect, there is no incentive to whatever it is you’re doing in life.

I for one, do not want to ever develop a craving for cigarettes or any kind of addicting substance. It’s a terrible life to live, to continually have to seek a satisfaction that will only exist for a short time until the next craving hits. It’s like pressing a red button over and over again and hoping for a different result, getting a short rush. Until you get out of that perennial trap that has a hold of you, it will be a cruel life to live. Donuts (doughnuts) are delicious but I don’t develop a craving for them every time I see them.

Of course, always trying to be perfect will drive you crazy. You won’t be able to live a proper life. Always being afraid you’ll hit a cone on your way through the tricky road course of challenges is self defeating. Sometimes you just have to try things out and see what happens. If you fail, well there’s always tomorrow I suppose.

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