↓
 

The New American Digest

For Followers of Gerard Van der Leun's Fine Work

  • About American Digest
  • About New American Digest
  • “The Name In The Stone”
  • Remembering Gerard Van der Leun
    • from the website: Through the Looking Glass
    • from the website: Barnhardt
    • from the website: Neo’s Blog
  • Articles
    • The Overland Stage
      • The Holladay Overland Stage: 1 – The Central Route
      • The Overland Stage – 2 Company Operations
      • The Overland Stage – 3 Exploring The Route – An Overview
      • The Overland Stage: 4 – South Platte/Julesburg/Ft Sedgwick
        • Jack Slade
      • 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

Home→Published 2025 → May → 18

Daily Archives: May 18, 2025

To The Deepest Depths Of Hell

The New American Digest Posted on May 18, 2025 by DTMay 18, 2025

"Biden Diagnosed With 'Aggressive' Stage IV Prostate Cancer"

Continue reading →
Posted in Uncategorized | 15 Replies

The Diner

The New American Digest Posted on May 18, 2025 by DTMay 17, 2025
Fast Service: No matter how long it takes.
You don't have to be crazy to work here. We'll train you.

A buddy of mine lives about 40 miles away; we get together every so often for breakfast during which we solve the problems of the world and drink coffee. And then some more coffee. And then "Sure, we can use a refill".

We swap - sometimes I go his favorite eating establishment, sometimes he comes to mine. Mine's better. Today it was mine ... mostly because mine is shutting down in two weeks because the owners decided after 40 some odd years, it was time to retire.

40 miles out here is pretty much next door.

The place is regularly voted the best restaurant in town - even when including the foo-foo ones started and owned by "We left California because we're conservative".

One of the two such places is all light and fluffy with a "You're done eating. Go away" attitude expressed in such a gentle manner. Food's OK but not a place to sit and guzzle coffee. Besides, they charge for coffee refills and the foo-foo chairs get uncomfortable after a bit. Ferns and stuff all over the place with little cafe tables.

The other has a "cowboy" theme. It's such a fancy place that they fill up the empty space on the plate around the "entree" with the number on the bill. $7 beer? But no problem walking in and getting seat right away. The place to go if you need to impress big city folk for some reason.

Let me tell you from experience. With few exceptions, a conservative Californian is well to the left of center in Idaho - unless one visits the capital city where the city council voted to make the fag flag an "official city flag" because the governor outlawed all flags on public facilities except the US, State, and official city flags, including BLM and LBGTWTF flags and even Trump flags.

Boise City's going to turn this state blue yet - and it wasn't that long ago Boise was a decent city pretty much isolated from the rest of the country - Seattle is about 500 miles away, Portland 350, Reno and Salt Lake about the same at just over 300 - until the local university football team beat Oklahoma in the 2007 Fiesta Bowl, got national attention, and attracted all the national sports nuts. Especially with their blue field.

Guess what the lead news stories mostly consist of these days?

All of a sudden, the university realized money was theirs to be had, so of course the stadium had to be upgraded.
Where do you suppose that money came from?

And why is it the head football coach is by far the highest paid state employee (Annual Salary: $1,100,008.00)?
#2: The head basketball coach Annual Salary: $1,000,001.60.
#3 Former head football coach. Doesn't even coach anymore but has a contract Annual Salary: $781,268.80.
#4: President of not as big university Annual Salary: $479,191.78.
#5 President of the big university Annual Salary: $473,449.60.
#6 Executive Director Athletics at big university Annual Salary: $465,004.80
#7 Offensive Coordinator Football Annual Salary: $460,012.80
#8 Defensive Coordinator Football Annual Salary: $440,003.20
#9 President of smaller university Annual Salary: $420,000
Governor: $151,400

And why is it the taxpayers get to help support all this?
Rah, rah, rah! Go Team!

I get more and more convinced that "sports" has become a detriment to this country and should be stripped away from institutions of education.

But that's not the problem we discussed today.


Today's Yesterday's topics:
How guilty is Comey? (Oh, yeah ... how fast would we be in jail?)
What's the relationship between the stock market and the US economy? (Not much until the reckoning comes. Likely soon)
Will it be safe to travel across country this summer? (Maybe. Depends on where)

And the biggie:

What happens if someone does manage to off DJT?
Can you say "S*storm?

Buddy just got back from Philippines. He's thinking of moving there.
Not for me: Too much humidity, too many people all trapped on an island.


Anyway, this diner has the best pecan rolls I've ever had ... and they're shutting down Memorial Day.
I need to find a place that knows biscuits and gravy. With a couple of eggs over easy on top.
You'd think that would be easy. You'd be wrong.

Needs excellent homemade cinnamon rolls and pies.
You know - a place that cooks rather than heats up.

They can't sell. The building's been grandfathered in for decades and will be condemned soon after it closes.
Those are usually the best places to go ...

Continue reading →
Posted in Uncategorized | 6 Replies

Rules

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


May 2025
S M T W T F S
 123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031
« Apr   Jun »

Most Recent Comments

  1. Joe on Robert “Bob” B. 1950-2015November 8, 2025

    Great story told from the heart. Tempus fugit.

  2. ghostsniper on Robert “Bob” B. 1950-2015November 8, 2025

    Where is it? ========= Ever wonder whatever happened to the chrome airplane that was on the cover of the (only)…

  3. azlibertarian on Robert “Bob” B. 1950-2015November 8, 2025

    ghost.... "...Multiple times daily I marvel at your last sentence...." Snakepit... "Bob lived a life good enough to be mentionable.…

  4. Snakepit Kansas on Robert “Bob” B. 1950-2015November 8, 2025

    Bob lived a life good enough to be mentionable. I hope I have done the same.

  5. ghostsniper on Robert “Bob” B. 1950-2015November 8, 2025

    Well told story DT. We all have our "Bobs" don't we? Multiple times daily I marvel at your last sentence.…


Blogroll
The New Neo
Jean's Blog

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to

Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you

Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'

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


Men who saw night coming down about them could somehow act as if they stood at the edge of dawn.


From Gerard's site. The picture always caught my eye.

Archives

  • November 2025
  • October 2025
  • September 2025
  • August 2025
  • July 2025
  • June 2025
  • May 2025
  • April 2025
  • March 2025
  • February 2025
  • January 2025
  • December 2024

Contact: dt@newamericandigest.org

About "DT"

The New American Digest © 2024 - Weaver Xtreme Theme
↑