NDG/JJ R: Wrap-up

  • this song about “the dirty little coward”) and ex-gang members looking for them, they both took it on the lam. Charles killed himself in 1884. Bob was shot down in Colorado in 1892.

So that’s that. I’d say “rest in peace” and all that, but I’m just as glad that ultimately that’s not up to me.

And what about me anyway? What did I get out of all this?

Well, I never did understand this kind of criminal mindset, but then I started to think I was asking for an extraordinary amount of discernment to think that I ever would. If nothing else, it just proves that a person, a family and a society can all be crazy in the same way.

I also never could draw some kind of parallel, even just for the sake of comedy, between my petty crimes and the ones being talked about, but then I did only talk about my petty crimes. I wasn’t likely to reference the kinds of real egoism, malice, dishonesty and mean-spiritedness that don’t make for good reading. Also, it’s worth considering my personal context. I just wasn’t brought up to look for my answers in breaking the rules, hurting people and wanting an eye for an eye. I’m not saying that it’s society’s fault or something when bad guys turn out bad. But we are all different. We’re tempted by different things, and we’re capable of different things. If I live my life making the worst choices every time, I may never end up killing 17 people, but then again, I might cause some repercussions that I could never imagine.

And of course, it’s not really for me to understand anyway. God will do the sorting. This side of glory, we just keep trying to do the right thing and try also not to be overly judgmental towards other people that don’t.

I can also report that the Whiskey Chicken made good leftovers, as did the malted milk balls.

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  • Cather­ine K. 09.23.2006

    Thanks for shar­ing your jour­ney with us, it has been inter­est­ing to read. I think that such a trip (regard­less of the tar­get of the trip), is good at least once or twice in our lives. It takes us out of our usual rou­tine, and seems to help us see that the things in our life that mat­ter — really DO mat­ter, not just because of familiarity.

    I don’t gen­er­ally make com­ments on the blogs I read, but some­thing about your jour­ney just reached out and grabbed me for some reason.

  • Thanks so much for that — that’s the kind of com­ment that makes my tiny lit­tle blog­ger heart go pit­ty­pat. :-)

    As I went along, I think I was sur­prised to find that the whole thing was tak­ing on a kind of seri­ous­ness that I hadn’t antic­i­pated. And — as I think was obvi­ous — I was thor­oughly fed up with hav­ing to fol­low in the foot­steps of such a thor­oughly unsa­vory per­son. But even that con­tributed to the kind of dif­fer­ent hues it all took on.

    I remem­ber read­ing a very good arti­cle years ago that listed 10 things to do before you die, and one of them was “go on a pil­grim­age.” This cer­tainly wasn’t it, but it might’ve been a good test run.

  • […] Wrap-up — I should’ve been fin­ished with it all, but I found that there were left­over facts and impres­sions still float­ing in my head. […]

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