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Rocky Mountain Love

Throw Back Weekend Memories

 

Just thinking about how sweet times were. We spent quality time whenever together. In retrospect, loving relationships are usually not so positive as ours was.

Sure times were tough but together it didn’t seem to mind us. Both extroverts, we didn’t lose sight and one-on-one connection we had. There were so many things to enjoy. Even the mundane was joyful.

What made my last love wonderful is that we both loved God. With none of my past romantic relationships was this so true. Sundays we were happy to explore different Christian worship and Bible study services together.

Given our common interests and times we spent, it is hard to believe we have not seen or spoken for more than a year.  The miles and circumstances have kept us apart.

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Colorado River Westernly Flow through Glenwood Canyon

I thought a reunion was iniment after she got out of prison. I was thinking that she wanted to build back her self-esteem before living together as we had planned. I was willing to wait.

Now we have missed spending a Christmas, birthdays, and Mothers’ Day together. We still have our memories when meeting in the Rocky Mountains. Thus my hope has waned. Yet my love remains.

My last love. I understand how other people who might have spent decades married cannot form another loving relationship. While never married I feel like I was fully committed.

What a “sap”. I still carry around the letters, the last ones written last September 2015, she sent me from prison in Northern Nevada.

Fortunately, she was released early. She never should have been incarcerated but perhaps you have seen how determined insurance company lawyers can be. Her crime was to take her elderly mother’s car, without asking permission, across state lines into California and totaling the sedan. Mom was too upset to halt the legal proceedings. I have seven month of love letters sent from prison to prove it. A good prisoner she was. Quickly becoming a trustee helping to prepare meals for about 55 fellow prisoners.

When you read this, perhaps God, you will urge her to get in touch with me, soon.

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Last Night in “Glentucky” – New Year’s – 2000 Hours – Five Degrees Above Farenheit – Waxing to a Full Moon on 1-5-2015

I am warm inside a bed and breakfast close to downtown Glenwood Springs, Colorado. My friends who I have met in the regional homeless community are either staying in the basement of a Christian church in West Glenwood or in the basement of a Catholic church in Aspen. Each overnight program has many more than 20 participants. This does not include the multitude of families and children who locally receive food assistance. Dozens of other homeless people are ‘camping out’ even though the location they end up sleeping at may be a criminal defense.

Glenwood Springs Amtrak Station near the Colorado River
Glenwood Springs Amtrak Station near the Colorado River

In “Glentucky” alone, over 60 adults attended tonight’s Extended Table dinner hour in the basement of the First Methodist Church Tonight it was hosted by St. Mary of the Star Roman Catholic Church of Carbondale, Colorado, which is located about 15 miles south of Glenwood Springs and 25 miles north of Aspen. In Garfield County, there are four towns that serve some evening hot meals. Glenwood Springs and Aspen have daytime shelters for homeless and disadvantaged adults.

I will write more about how it was living almost seven consecutive months in this region of the United States of America. Right now I have to resume my packing… the next freight train going west leaves Glentucky about Noon.

P. S. On 12/31/14, I left a Janzsport backpack in the 1st Methodist Church basement dining room. It had a smartphone, 15 year old address book, passport, banking documents, and other personal effects. I never saw it again.

I tried to contact the church and the town’s homeless daycare center… no luck.

So hard, if not impossible to replace stuff like that.

Less than a week later, I got off the Amtrak train ill. Went to a hospital in Reno.

A day after that, my wallet was pickpocketed across from Harrah’s Casino on Reno’s Virginia Street. [needless to say, in retrospect 2015 sucked!]

Honestly, Reno Nevada = the worst city in the USA to be homeless!