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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
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      • The Overland Stage: 11 – Pass Creek to Bridger Station
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      • 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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Better Than What Was Scheduled

The New American Digest Posted on November 9, 2026 by DTNovember 9, 2026

submitted by SK and ghostsniper via comments
"A poem Anne referred us to some time ago comes to mind:" and "In reply to SK"

From SK:

Trees - Joyce Kilmer 1886 – 1918

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.


and ghost's reply:

And then there’s this:

Rush - The Trees

[Intro]
There is unrest in the forest, there is trouble with the trees
For the maples want more sunlight, and the oaks ignore their pleas

[Verse 1]
The trouble with the maples, and they’re quite convinced they’re right
They say the oaks are just too lofty, and they grab up all the light
But the oaks can’t help their feelings if they like the way they’re made
And they wonder why the maples can’t be happy in their shade

[Bridge]
There is trouble in the forest, and the creatures all have fled
As the maples scream, “Oppression!”, and the oaks just shake their heads

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2]
So the maples formed a union, and demanded equal rights
“The oaks are just too greedy, we will make them give us light”
Now there’s no more oak oppression, for they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal by hatchet, axe and saw

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This classic prog-rock track from Rush’s 1978 album Hemispheres tells the story of a conflict between oaks and maples. It ends with a sense of “equality”, but at the righteous and/or sinister expense from the imposed and/or agreed upon acts of justified (or unjustified) violence of destruction.

Constructively, or rather musically and rhythmically, Rush’s signature time signature changes include 4/4 (standard 4 beats per measure, introduced in Verse 1), 6/8 (fairly common time, especially throughout this song, during the choruses and the acoustic guitar-driven sections), and 5/4 (a relatively uncommon meter).

Rush invokes 5/4 time intermittently throughout the song’s instrumental break (which comprises 50% of the song), which brings in a lyric-free musical sense of conflict, mystery, and tension (ripe with the 7-measure hard-rock guitar solo), but only after the break’s first section of a peacefully bucolic, woodland nature in 4/4 time. 

The hard rock 5/4 guitar solo then merges back to the instrumental guitar-driven 6/8 meter, but not before a brief foray into 5/4 resolving back to 4/4 in time for the resolution of the revolution in the final (outro) lyrical sections, with the dramatic vocalized penultimate decree (“by hatchet, ax, and saw”).

While the song may appear to simply reflect upon the futility of conflict, given Neil Peart, Rush’s drummer, and lyricist, stated that they were based on a random image that once drifted into his head, the band’s history suggests alternate interpretations.

As the-the-then 1970’s adherents of Ayn Rand’s Objectivism, the band bought-into the virtues of selfishness (as being for the greater good, assumably); thus, the oaks are justified in “grabbing up all the light” by their superior nature.

(Curiously, the annotations to the song herein substantiate the maple as being the national tree of Canada, Rush’s home country, vs. oaks, the national tree of both Great Britain and the U.S.A). 

The equalizing influences (“hatchet, axe, and saw”) are those of democracy and socialism, which curtail the dominance of the strong. 

And yet in the hands of the strong (e.g., the wealth and power of despotic oligarchs) the same means oppress the weak, ensuring inequality reigns-in those without economic, educational, and/or militaristic strength (including the fortitude to fight against injustices). 

Is Ayn Rand’s hyper-capitalistic philosophy a travesty? 

It depends on the definition of “capitalism” and how governments decide to uphold, exploit, de-regulate, or regulate the concept (as they define it?), and whether that American “invisible hand” chops down trees, plants seeds, or some variation of both.

RUSH
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Apples

The New American Digest Posted on November 7, 2026 by DTNovember 6, 2026

I tend to like McIntoshes myself; good for eating off the tree, apple pies, and cider ... especially cider.
Harvest season's over by now though. One of the things I miss about Michigan is the cider mills.

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Late Night Gas

The New American Digest Posted on November 5, 2026 by DTNovember 4, 2026

Back country Kentucky

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Tunesday: Wall Of Voodoo – Far Side Of Crazy

The New American Digest Posted on November 3, 2026 by DTOctober 24, 2026

Election Day

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

Today's selection: Wall Of Voodoo - "Far Side Of Crazy" 1985

From the Wall Of Voodoo album "Seven Days in Sammystown".

The single failed to chart everywhere except Australia.

Wall Of Voodoo was a band out of LA and is best known for their song "Mexican Radio" (1982)

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We’ll Find Out Soon Enough

The New American Digest Posted on November 1, 2026 by DTNovember 1, 2026

When God wants to talk with you ...

Plane crash. What happened? Released flight pattern looks ... sudden.

I wonder if those in the white car made it ...

"we're out of ti ..."

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Your Bible Verse For The Day

The New American Digest Posted on November 1, 2026 by DTNovember 1, 2026

Nehemiah 4:11
And our adversaries said, They shall not know, neither see, till we come in the midst among them, and slay them, and cause the work to cease.

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Happy Halloween

The New American Digest Posted on October 31, 2026 by DTOctober 30, 2026
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Cat Eyes

The New American Digest Posted on October 30, 2026 by DTOctober 24, 2026

She's gone now - victim of not watching her 6

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On The Ballot

The New American Digest Posted on October 29, 2026 by DTOctober 29, 2026

A bunch of stuff: Senators, Representatives, abortion, English, some state offices ...

But most important:

Ballot Question: Which of the following guns should be designated as the state gun of Idaho? Please choose only one answer.

  • Winchester Model 1894 (.30-30);
  • Winchester Model 1873 “Gun that Won the West” (.44-40);
  • 1873 Colt Single Action Army Revolver “Peacemaker” (.45 Colt);
  • M1 Garand rifle (.30-06);
  • Colt M1911 .45 automatic Colt pistol (.45 ACP); or
  • Remington Model 700 bolt-action rifle (.30-06)

Unfortunately, the Springfield Model 1873 45-70 is not a choice; neither is "All of the Above".

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Past Lives – 1 Of ???

The New American Digest Posted on October 28, 2026 by DTOctober 22, 2026

Tales of past lives

I met her in Marietta, GA while on a TDY assignment from the west coast sometime in the late 80s.

I was in Marietta long enough to start dating of sorts but when the assignment ended, I headed back to California. Shortly thereafter, I changed jobs and ended up in Seattle. We had kept in touch and she eventually came out and stayed with me.

Was it going any further? Perhaps - she did move kitty-korner across the country - but for now, it was what it was and we were both OK with that.

Hindsight is a wonderful thing ...

We took the Alaska state ferry from Bellingham to Juneau where she had a friend we could stay with. Didn't know it was a guy; he didn't know she was bringing me along. He was gracious, let us stay at his place for a week or so. I was still under the impression we were a "couple"; I was old enough I should have known better.

But I didn't at the time.

Trip ended, we returned to Seattle.

One day I came home from work and she was gone. No note, no nothing.

Not long after but long enough, she called and asked if she could come back; she missed me and wanted to work things out. I told her OK.

I was old enough I should have known better.
But I didn't at the time.

A few weeks later, I came home from work and she was gone. No note, no nothing.

And I never heard from her again.
Funny - I liked her quite a bit ... but I never missed her either.

She never did become a "What if?"

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

“This is the day which the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad in it”
Psalm 118:24


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. jd on Better Than What Was ScheduledNovember 9, 2026

    Love that poem. Have never forgotten it or its author probably since grammar school. As for "Rush" when I first…

  2. Joe on Better Than What Was ScheduledNovember 9, 2026

    As our home is surrounded by giant oaks and tulip poplars both poems sit very well. I enjoyed both but…

  3. SK on Better Than What Was ScheduledNovember 9, 2026

    Since my childhood I have loved trees. I cannot count how many I climbed and how many I fell from.…

  4. jd on The Sugar Maple’s TaleNovember 8, 2026

    This reply was to Ghost's Sugar Maple.

  5. Snakepit on The Sugar Maple’s TaleNovember 8, 2026

    Working Man is a top 10 of greatest rock songs of all time. I never cared much for any other…


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