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      • 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

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It’s A Dry Heat

The New American Digest Posted on August 23, 2025 by DTAugust 22, 2025

Much preferable to a suffocating lung-drowning sauna; I prefer to take my showers intentionally.

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Cracker Barrel

The New American Digest Posted on August 23, 2025 by DTAugust 22, 2025

I used to like Cracker Barrel. I didn't eat there often but I enjoyed the food when I was there. I enjoyed the atmosphere, I even enjoyed the kitschy gift shop. I haven't been to one since before this kerflufffle - more from lack of opportunity than politics. It was still "Cracker Barrel" last time I visited.

Sometimes just knowing some little piece of my culture is there is enough even if I don't visit often.
I don't think I'll visit again.

Damn the DEI woke ...

Words of Robby Starbuck:

The American people are sick of having our culture and heritage stripped from us.

All these things that are nostalgic Americana are constantly being stomped on, and we're being told that there's something wrong with it, that we should be ashamed of it in some way, that it needs to be replaced with something more inclusive or more driven by these DEI characteristics," he continued. "I think people are just sick of it. We've had enough, and we don't want our whole country stripped down to where we have no semblance of, you know, that sort of nostalgic Americana culture.

I've been watching old late 50s/early 60s TV westerns with Mrs DT - turns out my foreign-born wife likes them (so do I - much better without commercials). Most of these have the advance warning "Outdated cultural depiction" and rated PG (violence, smoking, drinking). I guess good wins over bad, often by use of guns along with no "woke" elements is outdated but these shows were morality plays suitable for children of that era. I was of the later edge of the "hippies" and while some of it sank in, most of it did not (for example, I learned to despise Democrats when I heard McGovern speak). I guess that's me.

So I prefer to be outdated based on nostalgic American culture. It wasn't outdated nor nostalgic in the time I was raised; it's too bad those of today (and apparently so many of my generation as well) feel such morals are inappropriate and obsolete.

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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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Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
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