A rainy day in Wisconsin.

Today is nearly the end of November and there has scarcely been a hard freeze or snow here in Wisconsin. When I was young, there was almost always snow by thanksgiving day, and there was usually bitter cold as well. I'm not complaining; I like the warmer weather, but what does it mean? Is global warming really happening, and what will become of the world if this trend continues?
God only knows!

Elephant Trunk Rock

You don't have to look hard at this rock formation to know why it is called elephant trunk rock. It's located along state highway 58 between Lloyd and Ithaca Wisconsin.

The first time I saw 'elephant trunk' rock; I was young and I was riding with my dad as we drove to Richland Center to sell cattle.

The base of the rock has been repaired and reinforced because someone damaged it... no, not vandals but by a road crewmember!

Someone had decided to destroy the rock, but an area resident saw what was happening and stopped the destruction before the unique landmark was forever lost. I'm glad it was saved; because it is unique and each time I drive by I remember the first time I was shown this rock by my father.

Me with my laptop. 

isolation ward

I wonder about relationships with people.
Do many people feel alone and isolated?

Where can a person go to meet with others? If I walk into a store, a restaurant, or even a bar and start talking with someone, I would probably be imposing, and I might even be hit or something… at least yelled at or made to feel stupid. I think a good-looking girl might not have this problem, maybe even a good-looking guy, but I’m a forgettable looking guy.

Most people do not remember me when I walk into a room or after I walk out of the room. I would make a wonderful criminal; because no one would ever remember seeing me. Even in my own family, at reunions and such, they seem not to recognize me unless I’m with my wife!
My wife is distinct, and everyone knows her. She is short with black curly hair and a warm smile. More people recognize her than she can remember, and I don’t think she has ever had to explain who she is the way I have had to.

I have become very adept at reading the blank look on people’s face right after I say, "hello". I then have to jog their memories, “Remember me, we used to be brothers?”, or “I saved your life last month when I pulled you from that burning car! Do you remember me now”? ...Blank stare, clears throat, coughs, Ya, sure. Now... there is a certain familiar resemblance... well, maybe not that much... but close!

I wonder if that’s why I feel alone? No one even knows who I am.