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      • The Holladay Overland Stage: 1 – The Central Route
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        • 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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Pencil-thin Penis…

The New American Digest Posted on February 22, 2025 by JeanMarch 23, 2025

Sunday morning I headed west to meet a friend at an outdoor art festival.

Around here, it’s a good idea to stay alert for critters that might wander from the woods to the edge of the road. Deer, gators, bears and such.

The only deer I saw was a small white-tail lying dead in the weeds. Poor thing.

The deep ditch was about half full of water but I saw no signs of gators. This time.

I did see a wild turkey strutting his stuff but he was heading back to the woods, so no worries there.

About a quarter mile past the turkey I spotted something.
It was an upside-down turtle, about the size of a big salad bowl, and his stubby legs were spinning like propellers.
He was trying to right himself but he had nothing to brace against and all he was succeeding in doing was miring himself deeper into the sand. He couldn’t even get a good rocking motion going to roll over.

That turtle was going to be stuck there, upside down forever, unless someone flipped him over.

I hit my turn signal, eased off the pavement and stopped.

I’d had no prior dealings with big turtles. Well, except for the time one dug under the fence and made a hole about three feet deep in the front yard…but, that’s another story for another time, perhaps.

So… I got out of the car and walked slowly toward the panicky reptilian critter… while keeping alert for snakes.
I hate snakes.

The turtle’s head was pointed toward the edge of the road, so I’m thinking that I should spin him around before I roll him over so he doesn’t trot onto the asphalt and get splattered by the traffic zipping by at 60 mph.

That would suck. Especially for him.

How did I know the turtle was a him?

I was about six feet away when I saw his head and all four feet disappear……ssshhhhwoooooppp.
Sucked ’em right into his shell. Gone.
And then, I saw it.

His skinny, pink penis was protruding from, well, where most pink penises are expected to be protruding from. (Looka dat. Did I manage to get a dangling participle and a preposition on the end of that sentence? Whatever. Could it be I just invented the ‘dangling penis-ciple’ ?)

Now I am in a bit of a conundrum you see, because I have nothing to touch him with. How am I going to move him?

I’m not going to put my foot where his head can pop out and clamp on my toe. That leaves the other end.
The dangling penis-ciple end.
OK, I think to myself, do it quickly.
Boomp! Spin. Dammit. Not enough.
Again. Boomp! Spin. Success!

Only now, the little pink penis is flapping back and forth like a metronome. Flap Flap Flap Flap.
The bugger is waving at me.

I put my foot on the side of his shell and push to get him rocking a bit. He’s surprisingly heavy.
Rock Rock Rock, Push! Foomppp. It’s done. Yay.
He just lays there on his belly. No head, no legs.
I wait.
I back up.
I back up farther.

Finally, the head and appendages begin to protrude.
He stands up, looks around a bit, and I cannot help but notice… the penis-ciple is still dangling.
Dragging in the sand. He stops.
He stretches his hind legs to raise his back end and the skinny pink penis slowwwwwwwly returns to its hiding place. Then he ambles so very casually toward the ditch.

That’s it, fella. You are on your own.

I get back in my car and make my way to the art show.
It was a great art show.
Not one penis on display, however.

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Overland Stage – Part 10 Cooper Creek to Pass Creek

The New American Digest Posted on February 22, 2025 by DTFebruary 22, 2025

Part 10 – Cooper Creek to Pass Creek is now live.

After Cooper Creek Station, the trail leaves the Laramie Plains and begins to enter rougher country. Passing through the modern villages of Arlington and Elk Mountain, this segment of the route passed through the grounds of Fort Halleck (now private property) and through Rattlesnake Pass, the mouth of Rattlesnake Canyon being a favorite place for ambush. Pass Creek Station was just outside the canyon but the course of Pass Creek has changed many times over the years; the actual location of the stage station is unknown.

Coming up next: Pass Creek to Bridger Pass – including the dreaded North Platte Crossing

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Not That Kentucky Stuff

The New American Digest Posted on February 22, 2025 by DTFebruary 22, 2025
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Harbor Winter

The New American Digest Posted on February 21, 2025 by DTFebruary 21, 2025
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In The Words Of JD Vance:

The New American Digest Posted on February 21, 2025 by DTFebruary 21, 2025

“If you are afraid of the voices, the opinions and the conscience that guide your very own people … If you’re running in fear of your own voters, there is nothing America can do for you, nor for that matter is there anything you can do for the American people.”

The same applies to factions of our own US and State governments as well.

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Well Then, Let’s Remove The Threat …

The New American Digest Posted on February 20, 2025 by DTFebruary 21, 2025

Some European Parliament member from Belgium, Guy Verhofstadt, Says Trump Is “NATO’s Greatest Threat”

I’ll try to not get political very often here, but WWII’s been over a long time. Let’s ease Europe’s fears – we can remove the threat of Trump by removing the US (and US money) from NATO. Then they’ll be able to so peacefully sleep at night. After all, they’ll still have Zelensky.

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Down By The Old Mill Pond

The New American Digest Posted on February 20, 2025 by DTFebruary 20, 2025
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Tunes For Tuesday – Wednesday Edition

The New American Digest Posted on February 19, 2025 by DTMarch 23, 2025

It completely slipped my mind that yesterday was Tuesday until I realized today is Wednesday …

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

Today’s selection: Mary Carter Stuart – “Going Back To Olive Hill“

Seems most everything ever recorded has made it to YouTube so it’s hard to find “obscure” …
But I think this one may be a challenge even for ghostsniper.

Olive Hill, KY is Tom T Halls’ home town.

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Empathy, Not Sympathy

The New American Digest Posted on February 18, 2025 by DTFebruary 18, 2025

I was reading another blog the other day discussing how Federal workers are beginning to panic about their futures. “What will I do?“, “How will I pay my bills?“, “Where will my next paycheck come from?“

I can empathize – I’ve been there; I’ve even been a GS employee at times. And I’ve been laid off before.

Well, welcome to the real world.

It’s a bit of a shock when someone comes to you with a termination notice: “Project’s been cancelled, we need to cut costs“.

Said message usually brought by someone who knows they won’t be laid off and whose main job is terminating others when not shuffling papers.

Sometimes you might get two weeks notice; seems these days you’re more likely to be walked out the door right then and there.

A certain complacency sets in when you’re assured of not being fired. You might get re-assigned, but you do continue to get a paycheck.

You know who’ve been the most assured of not getting fired from government jobs? The support staff – secretaries, HR, accounting, legal. Those that do the work are often subject to project funding – and those who “support” the work are often the least likely to be let go. All too often – in my experience – these are the DEI hires, the “affirmative action” hires, those who have “rights” but little responsibility and even less accountability.

So, yes, I have empathy for these workers – I’ve been in that position and at best, it sucks. Then it goes downhill from there. Their cocoon is bursting and they now find themselves in the same position Biden put the oil pipeline workers in when he first took office. Other examples abound.

Welcome to the world of the private sector …

What was the government’s advice to the oil workers when the pipeline was shut down putting 11,000 people out of work?

“Learn to code” as I recall.

I wonder how much sympathy these same Fed workers had for those workers, knowing that their jobs were “guaranteed?

Biggest trouble in this country now is not enough jobs for too many people.

It’s going to take a while to shift things back to production. There will be undeserved suffering.

And there’s no way out in the short-term.

I’m in favor of tariffs on principle. While costs will go up in the short run, the nation will be better off if we return to being a “producer nation” as opposed to being a “consumer nation”, i.e., welfare state. Make money real again, bring production back to this nation, decrease the actual unemployment numbers, not just those unemployment numbers based on those who collect government welfare. The number of people without livable work right now far exceeds the official numbers – our economy is in very bad shape.

It’s largely a tax code and regulatory issue. Out-sourcing is a tax deductible expense (or was when I was in that game); employees are an expense of a different sort. What would happen if the cost of employees was a deduction from gross revenue? What would happen if “labor-saving” equipment was taxed at a rate proportional to the number of “laborers” it replaces?

Someone would figure out a way to pay off the legislators that we allow to make those decisions to benefit the few at the expense of the many
…

What would happen if there weren’t so many regulations discouraging small start-up businesses?

What the country now needs – especially in light of the current state of the educated public – is more jobs for ditch-diggers and porters.

And fewer jobs for HR, “administrators”, “administrative assistants”, and the like.

Rant over … and I didn’t even really get started.

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Presidents Day

The New American Digest Posted on February 17, 2025 by DTFebruary 17, 2025

The “best” is subject to interpretation, but the worst?

In chronological order:

  • Lincoln
  • Wilson
  • FDR
  • LBJ
  • Daddy Bush
  • BillyJ
  • Baby Bush
  • Buck Ofama
  • FJB

I can’t be “Christian”; I believe some are born evil and beyond even Jesus’ redemption. The last two are among those – they are so evil and have already sold their souls, they should both be hanged for treason and let the Devil collect.

Jimmy gets an honorable mention but I charge him more for incompetence than “badness”.
No, I don’t put Nixon’s name on this list – not that I liked him … but he was a far better choice than Humphrey or (gag) McGovern.
Other names could also be included for incompetence …

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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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