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      • The Overland Stage: 5 – Julesburg to Junction Station (aka Ft Morgan)
      • The Overland Stage: 6 – Junction Station to Latham
      • The Overland Stage: 7 – Latham Crossing to Fort Collins
      • The Overland Stage: 8 – LaPorte to Virginia Dale
      • The Overland Stage: 9 – Virginia Dale to Cooper Creek
      • The Overland Stage: 10 – Cooper Creek to Pass Creek
        • Fletcher Family
      • The Overland Stage: 11 – Pass Creek to Bridger Station
      • The Overland Stage: 12 – Bridger Pass to Duck Lake
      • The Overland Stage: 13 – Duck Lake to LaClede
      • The Overland Stage: 14 – LaClede to Almond
      • The Overland Stage: 15 – Almond to Rock Springs
      • The Overland Stage: 16 – Rock Springs to Fort Bridger
      • The Overland Stage: 17 – Fort Bridger to Weber Station

I find I don’t wish to explore new lands, but to explore again those I have already passed through, trying to see what I’d missed in the first hectic rush … Gerard Van der Leun

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Trial and error…

The New American Digest Posted on September 10, 2026 by JeanSeptember 9, 2026

originally posted by Jean Dec 4, 2007

If I
had my way,
if it were
up to me,
I’d know
what to say
and how
to say it.
I’d know
what to feel
and when
to feel it.

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Hell

The New American Digest Posted on September 9, 2026 by DTSeptember 9, 2026

Let’s avoid the argument of if Heaven and Hell even exist.
If one believes in the existence of Hell, one necessarily believes that God does not forgive all sins.

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Irons In The Fire

The New American Digest Posted on September 9, 2026 by DTSeptember 5, 2026

Jamestown VA glass works

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Tunesday: Snake Oil Willie Band – I Don’t Look Good Naked Anymore

The New American Digest Posted on September 8, 2026 by DTSeptember 5, 2026

A sample of some obscure – and maybe not obscure – tunes from my strange and off-the-wall collection.

Today’s selection: Snake Oil Willie Band – “I Don’t Look Good Naked Anymore” 2014

A New Jersey band. “We are seasoned, professional musicians with many years of dedication to our craft. We do our utmost to provide our audience with an enjoyable evening of recognizable music, well played, that is easy to dance to.“

The band has been around since 1995 but this was their first recording. They’re still active … this being Sept 8, they last played at Kymer’s Campground in Branchville, NJ last Saturday and play at the High Point Country Club on the 26th.

Betcha this song is their closing tune.

Tony Krucinski

But, but, but … there must be deep meaning here.

“I Don’t Look Good Naked Anymore confronts the uncomfortable reality of physical decline and its impact on self-worth and intimate relationships. The narrator has let his body deteriorate through poor lifestyle choices, transforming from a capable, confident man into someone who hides from his own reflection.“

Whoo-ee!

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Let’s Try A Different Topic

The New American Digest Posted on September 7, 2026 by DTSeptember 5, 2026

family once removed – aka, clearing out the photo file.

Mrs DT’s BIL was professional ballet dancer. This photo was taken in Turkey some years ago.
I understand he was quite good in his day.
That’s about all I have to say about him; I don’t speak Turkish, he doesn’t speak English.
We get along over a cold beer (Turkish beer: best left in the unopened can)

His daughter (my niece?) on the other hand speaks English quite well; had her over here one year while she was the equivalent of a high-school student and taught her the woodchuck song. She flew back to Turkey out of Dulles to begin the school year where she promptly got in trouble when her teacher insisted NYC was the US capital.

She grew up to be a fantastically beautiful woman …

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Meat and Tater BBQ Fest and Car Show

The New American Digest Posted on September 6, 2026 by DTSeptember 5, 2026

Nice way to spend Labor Day weekend

“The smell of smoke and slow-cooked barbecue filled Julius Kleiner Park this weekend as the Meat and Tater BBQ Fest and Car Show returned to Meridian. The event was held Friday and Saturday at Julius Kleiner Park in Meridian, and organizers said more than 50 barbecue teams competed. Attendees could also check out the car show and spend the weekend sampling what’s billed as a celebration of Idaho barbecue.“

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Backroad Highway

The New American Digest Posted on September 5, 2026 by DTSeptember 4, 2026

illinoisbeekeeper sent this photo in.

about 7AM MDT 10-7-2014

US-491 formerly US-666 between Monticello UT and Dove Creek CO (“Pinto Bean Capital of the World” !!!

Darkness giving way to light, the hum of the tires on the pavement, the journey continues …

Looks flat … between the canyons and the mountains.

Some nice country out that way, beekeeper.

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The Question

The New American Digest Posted on September 4, 2026 by DTSeptember 4, 2026

For me, ghost, and probably a lot of others here as well…

Stolen meme.

Yes to the 2nd; close to the 1st.
Yet I can’t ignore it – need to keep eyes on the enemy no matter how painful.
It’ll be less painful than being caught by surprise.

I sympathize with ghost – let me out of here – but there is no escape; I know the technology well-enough – and those that “use” the information … the place to hide isn’t in the boonies, it’s in the cities. Too bad the cities aren’t a place to live.

11-1 NOT guilty??? WTF?
All this time, I thought it was the other way ’round.

Thank you, #12. The precedents that could be set here ….

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The Book

The New American Digest Posted on September 4, 2026 by DTSeptember 3, 2026

Remember that time when once a year, a private company would release a book to almost everybody for free that contained the name, address, and phone number for everyone that lived in a particular area … and another for every business in the region – and similar books were handed out across the entire country for every region of the country.

Local libraries often carried out of area books so that patrons could access information outside their area.
Every so often, a booth standing unattended out in public also had one of these books available.

And if that wasn’t enough, you could use your phone to ask someone about someone else’s phone number anywhere in the country. For free. Semi-anonymously – or fully anonymous with a pay phone.

That practice ended years ago. It’s not so simple finding similar information now. Want to get in touch with an old friend that you lost contact with? It’s next to impossible to even discover an email address let alone a phone number or physical address.

And even if you find such info, you have to give up a pint of blood and your first-born to access that information.

So why did I feel so much less concerned then than I do now?

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WOW

The New American Digest Posted on September 3, 2026 by DTSeptember 2, 2026

I happened to be at an airport the day this airline ceased operations – BWI as I recall; March 28, 2019. I watched them tow this plane off to the side someplace and there it sat … waiting for me to take this picture. Apparently, this plane had been repossessed by the lessor. It appears this aircraft ended up at Turkish Airlines.

All WOW flights were cancelled with no advance warning and thousands of stranded passengers were advised to book flights with other airlines.

WOW was an Icelandic carrier; it’s collapse was enough to affect the Icelandic economy.

Probably close to if not the last time I boarded one of these flying cigar tubes.

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Gerard Van der Leun
12/26/45 - 1/27/23


Gerard's Last Post
(posthumous): Feb 4, 2023
"So Long. See You All a Little Further Down the Road"

When my body won’t hold me anymore
And it finally lets me free
Where will I go?
Will the trade winds take me south through Georgia grain?
Or tropical rain?
Or snow from the heavens?
Will I join with the ocean blue?
Or run into a savior true?
And shake hands laughing
And walk through the night, straight to the light
Holding the love I’ve known in my life
And no hard feelings

Avett Brothers - No Hard Feelings

The following was posted along with the announcement of Gerard's passing.
Leonard Cohen - Going Home

For a 2005 interview with Gerard


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  1. John A. Fleming on HellSeptember 9, 2026

    When I was a teenager I considered this, and then rejected the whole idea of Hell. I have since concluded…

  2. jean on HellSeptember 9, 2026

    ah yes, pondering will do that.

  3. DT on HellSeptember 9, 2026

    Stray thoughts in the night.

  4. GrayDog on HellSeptember 9, 2026

    The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not…

  5. jean on HellSeptember 9, 2026

    DT, what brought this on?


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I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to

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play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
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And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
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I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it


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