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Passed Away

Ironic… a writer who is at a lost for words.

Honestly, I have tried to write this post a couple times now, but every time it does not seem quite right. Either it’s too cheesy or just does not have the right feel. In the end, I think the best way to honor someone’s life is to reveal your favorite memory with them. Mine is not a specific one, per se, rather a general set of events. You see at one time I was taking guitar lessons at the same time my brother was taking drum lessons. The place was not where we lived, but in the city of Manchester. This was the one day I saw my dad on a regular basis due to a variety of factors. Anyways, after the music had ended we always headed to the same diner, the Red Arrow Diner. There we would just sit and talk about our week while eating some great food. Those are my favorite memories; the simplicity of enjoying one’s company and talking about everything but nothing all at once. I remember the laughs that would make people look at us funny until they would join in the chuckle. Pretty sure we knew the whole staff at that place at one point. Dad always seemed to bring out the fun in everyone.

See you later Dad, I know I will meet you again some day at a counter for another round of laughter and food. I love you very much.

For those of you who read this I want you to take one thing away from this.. Spend time with the ones you love. One never knows when life will end. Don’t keep saying I will visit them later or when you have time, because sometimes that ends up being never. Time will pass on whether you are ready for it to do so or not. Thank you for reading.

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A Pleasant Pennsylvania Picnic

Back in November I partook on a trip with my mother and brother. After a few exchanges of ideas, we decided to take a trip to Pennsylvania. The early morning came as I grumbled out of bed; moaning for the coffee that would wake me up. As the drive began and went on, there were no coffee shops to be found. However, there were some pleasant stops on the way down that curbed my sour mood. Taking the longer route and avoiding Connecticut/New York City, we found ourselves up on Hogback Mountain in Vermont. There we were greeted by a warm fire and a quaint country store. Here we found a soda that even a non-soda drinker like my brother enjoyed. Ironically, it was called Totally Gross Sodas and this particular flavor was called Alien Snot. This somewhat quenched my need for caffeine as we looked over the sight of the valley on top of the mountain. But the journey had to continue. About halfway down, our stomachs made the familiar sound of rumbling as we made our way to an apparently popular restaurant. People were lining up at the door for this delicious food that was indeed worth the wait. Satisfied we went back into the car and found our way to our next stop; a candy, fudge, cone, and ice cream shop. There we were told that everything was made from scratch, including their cones. It was hard to pry ourselves away from all these sweet treats and colorful decorations, but the end destination was calling for us. After what seemed like ages, we finally arrived at the hotel. My, what a sight it was to behold. We decided to stay in a themed hotel this time; a steamboat that glowed on its man-made pool that reflected its old fashion gleam. Inside one seemed to step back in time with classic red carpets, black and white photos, polished timber, and nautical themes that brought out the charm of this hotel. After settling into our comfy room, my mother and I decided to visit Huckleberry’s Tavern found inside the boat. Such a relaxed atmosphere greeted us as we enjoyed our talk with the bartender. He suggested their signature drink that had a pleasant blueberry taste and looked great. We soon ended the fun as we made our way back up to the room so I could change into a bathing suite. My brother and I soon finished the day by taking a dip in the Jacuzzi; something we would do every night for the rest of the vacation.

Solemn ground was what we stepped on as we entered Gettysburg the next day. One could feel the rumble of cannon fire, the primordial screams of fighting men, and the feeling of loss and devastation caused by the battle. A grande collection of artifacts were housed inside the museum; ranging from large cannons to the smallest of pins from both sides. As an added treat, we were able to see the cyclorama painting with sound effects and narration along with a bus tour further explaining how the fighting progressed. Interestingly enough, there was a hill that the Union controlled that allowed them to see the whole battlefield. Along with this key point and a communication problem within the Confederate forces, it lead to the victory for the Union. This truly reminds one of the importance of communication, maybe even in the smaller everyday interactions. With the day done, we decided to stop at a local buffet suggested by the staff. Surprising to the three of us, it was fresh made food that was a delight to eat. My belly full, I quickly retreated to the care when a creeping feeling hit my spine; probably from being on a battlefield where many lost their lives.

The next day came as we went to a restaurant called Loxley’s we had scoped out before coming down. Its outside was set up like a tree house that got the group psyched, but it was off season for that part of the restaurant. We were disappointed at first, until we were lead to their pub. It felt like we walked straight into medieval times where we could have run into Robin Hood, Little Jon, and Friar Tuck. The food had a great flavor and paired well with their Lady of Loxley drink; a sweet mango drink that makes one forget that it is alcohol. Even after a few, I somehow won darts against my mother and brother. This gaming streak continued as we made our way to the Laserdome; an arcade and laser lag place that looked interesting. My mom proved to be the pinball queen while my brother and I were racing legends. The three of us soon found our way inside the laser tag arena, facing each other. We were constantly battling for the high ground for the longest time until our mother disappeared. She only reemerged a few times to ambush us; a sneaky tactic to say the least. Many more games were played before my mother and I faced off in air hockey. It was an even match for a while; that was until the Joker’s maniacal laugh rumbled from the machine. All of a sudden, a barrage of mini pucks erupted and covered the field. My mother was quicker than I as she scored way too many points for me to catch up. Merry were we as we headed back to the hotel to rest for the coming day.

Our taste buds began to water as we pulled up into the parking lot of the Hershey’s factory. The fresh smell of chocolate welcomed us inside from the cold like a warm hug. First on our little journey was to take the tour. With singing cows and all, we were shown how the chocolate process was done on comfy moving carts. Rumbling erupted from our stomachs as our eyes laid ravenously upon the goodies found in the store. Released unto the unsuspecting public, we began grabbing souvenirs, treats, and Christmas gifts. Such interesting treats consumed on that day included mint Kit Kats, pumpkin Kit Kats, cinnamon Kit Kats, hot chocolate Hershey Kisses, peppermint stick Hershey Kisses, delicious cupcakes, and the best treats of all; a shake run of some favorite flavors that included strawberry Twizzler, mint Kit Kats, and s’mores. After checking out with our several carts full of items, we made our way to the zoo associated with the company called ZooAmerica. Animals found across North America were housed inside its borders. It was so cool to see all these different types of animals, but some stood out above the rest. The first was the very proud road runner who liked to show off. He sat pretty for photo after photo in the open enclosure found inside one of the buildings. At one point, he flew and perched on a railing that was close enough that we could have touched him. After taking a few photos for the paparazzi loving bird, we headed out the building and found a playful creature in the water. The otter flipped, swam, and scurried about as we were mesmerized by his movements. Eventually, we pried ourselves away to find a curious sight. A bobcat had emerged from their hiding spot and was stalking a fellow visitor to the zoo. She was so ready to pounce, if not for the fence that blocked its way. Such a humorous sight and a reminder that some of these animals were still predators. Our next fellow was a big brown bear that sat right next to me on the other side of the glass. I would like to think that him and I shared a moment together as we looked into each others eyes for a while; then again he could have just thought of me as lunch. Speaking of which, there was a moment where I though the bear was going to snack on a black vulture. The zoo has been struggling to keep them away from the animals and one decided to nip him. They did not get a pleasant response when he swatted back with a roar. With reluctance, I left the bear as we saw the rest of the zoo with its excitable wolves, majestic bald eagles, creepy barn owls, and other great creatures to meet, Again, the animals known as our stomachs reminded us we needed food. Asking one of the locals, we were directed to a wondrous place to eat; observing along the way that the light post tops were shaped like Hershey Kisses. Day soon turned to night as we made our way to something he had heard was occurring from the Hershey’s store. A Holiday Stroll of fantastic lights greeted us as we drove through field, road, and forest. Synchronized to music, it was dazzling and relaxing seeing old holiday favorites and fairy tales brought to life in light. What a great way to end the day.

Antique shopping has always been something my family enjoyed partaking in when we found them.  Lucky for us, a huge emporium was located not too far from our hotel. Our shopping bugs infested our being as we went on shopping sprees for ourselves and others. (I think part of our logical minds were eaten away at the time but we had fun.) Personally, I bough myself some books and a pocket watch. Food was plentiful as we made our way a restaurant known as Good and Plenty. To those unfamiliar to the restaurant, it sits one down with strangers at a long table to enjoy a buffet meal together. Food was brought to the table like having a dinner at home, especially since the selection this time around was a Thanksgiving meal. We were sat with some interesting people who I believe were from New York. Kind exchanges were given as we made our way to watch a show at the Sight and Sound Theatres. Their show this time I did not enjoy nor did I click with, but my mother and brother seemed to enjoy it.

Our final full day of vacation came as we hopped from farmer’s market to farmer’ s market; enjoying fantastic tastes and smells that came from the stands. Fresh apple cider and home made sour cream and onion pretzels almost made me buy out their stocks. The last event of the vacation lay ahead as we went to Hershey Park. Mom was overly excited as she rushed ahead of us. Unfortunately, we found out that half the rides were closed due to the cold. This made sense and we ventured inside not knowing the benefit for coming at this time. They had lit up the park with so many lights that it looked like a rainbow version of the starry sky. A magic train ride in the sea of lights, a light show performed to music in a beautiful valley above the the river, and as much hot chocolate that one could drink. The few rides we went on were unique, so I will not give any spoilers. I will tell you that riding the the front was more terrifying than being in the back on most of the rides. Of course we ended up revealing we were from New Hampshire as we were the only ones that drank the King Size Shakes found only in the park. I enjoyed my Pumpkin Spice treat while getting weird looks from the majority of others. There was little time left before the park closed; so my brother and I went on the tallest ride as it slowly spun and rose us above the park. We was the city and park lit up in lights as we sat comfortably¬† in our seats.

The way back home was less eventful, though I did try to have them stop in NYC for pizza. That was immediately shot down even though I was the one driving; instead vying to stop at a fancy place in Massachusetts. It was a great trip, but I missed my love and was glad to be back home. I definitely suggest putting Pennsylvania on one’s list of places to visit for good food and relaxing times.

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Cats

Everyone’s favorite furry creatures are going to be inhabiting my dwelling place. I feel the disturbance in the force from all the dog lovers who read this, but it is just my opinion. Excitement fills my being as my house has been transformed to fit their needs. My future mother-in-law spoiled them as we have many toys, a climbing tree, bed, an enclosed litter box, and enough supplies to provide more than adequate care of them. I am looking forward to seeing them hop and jump around like crazy creatures, but also to enjoy the calm times when they purr from the gentlest of touches.

My last cat I had an incredibly strong bond with to the point where she would defend me from harm by even the likes of dogs several times her size. Her name was Sam, the mighty huntress and fierce defender. When I went on walks in the woods, she would be close behind following me on the trails; meowing when she thought we ventured too far. Her protectiveness did not even stop there. My future wife’s first introduction to this creature was the cat laying on top of our joined hands. After awhile though Sam warmed up to her and would seek her out for cuddles. It was saddening when she passed; the only comforting thought being she was reunited with her kittens again.

But enough with the depressing point of life. I am excited to make new memories with these two new additions to my family. They are sure to bring much joy and excitement to my life. Hopefully, they do not destroy my house too much.

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Gratitude

This may seem a bit sappy of a post, but it is what is on my mind to talk about tonight. Gratitude. Whether that be for simple acts of kindness shown to yourself by a stranger or the support of a love one; make sure to thank them. That one thank you could turn that person’s whole day around, and top it off by telling them how much its means to have them in your life; heck you might have just saved their life. So many of us feel as though we are taken for granted or we forget what our loved ones mean to us. All we have on our mind is to keep marching towards our goals. Sometimes we need to slow down and recognize who helped us along the way.

Yet we need to show gratitude and kindness to complete strangers as well. That cashier who rings you out every day? I guarantee you that treating them like a human being and saying thank you brightens their gloomy day. That nurse who is rushing around to all her patients and takes her time to answer your questions? Thank them. The server that has tirelessly gotten your refills without you asking, picked up your kids mess, or even suggested what to get or avoid? Thank them. There are countless examples of people we take for granted every day that we should be thanking. Maybe this world of despair might even brighten just a little more if we acted a little kinder to one another.

Gratitude takes on another form as well in the material way. The device you are looking at this post with, please do not forget what it costs. We have a habit now a days to get the newest thing and abuse our possessions without care. But you know what? Someone else could just as easily need the money you spend on device after device just to eat. Now, don’t think I am trying to guilt everyone on the less fortunate, that is not the point. The point is we need to be happy with just the things we have in our lives. You may be dreaming of being a millionaire, but realize what you have in front of you. A loving family? True love? A roof over your head? Food in the frig? Friends to hang out with? Cause in this short life that is really all you need.

*Quick Note*

I am going to be adding a new side to my sight to show case my writing. It will be called “Reviews” where I positively critique games, businesses, movies, books, etc. In this way, I can still do something I enjoy while giving you a taste of my art.

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Hurricane

Twisting and turning

Violent and swirling

It wreaks havoc wherever it drops.

Brings about loss in crops

Terror to those who thought

That life can be a simple trot.

Nothing to call it but tragedy

But it can also bring about unity.

For in these disastrous times

One can see that humans’ generosity is sublime.

This would be my attempt at poetry for a very hectic couple of months. I had a family member in and out of the hospital, and yes they are alright; but it did get me observe something. Very much in life we look at something as negative and nothing else. We look at the broad aspect of the original impact and think of all the short term in the moment. But… if one sits back for only just a moment, one finds a different point of view. Taking something too fast can lead to misdirection and confusion that will lead inevitably to destruction. I encourage you to take it slow and see every moment that comes your way. At least, that is the philosophy I will be trying to return to.