Walking to Chicago (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/profile.php/blog/k-i-smet Discontent The roar of multitude fills the air. It is not right, it is not fair. Casting glances at their feet. Adversary’s eyes afraid to meet. Scuff their toes upon the ground. Even when their voice is sound. Please, oh please, now can’t you see? The situations unfair, as it can be. State the...[Read Full Post] Sun, 15 Jul 2007 09:58:54 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/521343 Education? The endless debate is yet another procrastination pointing to the bottom line problem with our education system. I cannot say if this problem stems from the administrative, or the teaching level, however, I can definitely say the problem is lack of effort, and common sense. Why do we have su...[Read Full Post] Wed, 11 Jul 2007 12:01:08 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/520536 Nine to One “We hold this truth self evident, every American citizen, by that fact alone, deserves to be acknowledged with the quality of life that citizenship implies.” When this nation was founded, it was based upon principles, which, for the entire history of man, had never existed. Concepts, which had always been against the law, ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 02 Jul 2007 09:16:38 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/518513 Is The Foundation True? True: Level, Plumb, Straight, Solid. Foundation: That which supports, and carries the weight of the rest of the structure. A foundation can be as simple as your feet, a chair, the tires on your car, and as complex as the Earth itself. We rarely think about this, we just accept the support. However, should you think abo...[Read Full Post] Sat, 30 Jun 2007 11:16:21 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/518194 TO KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG, AND DO NOTHING, IS COWARDICE. To none but God shall I bow my head. To another man, I’d rather be dead. We are American born, American free. It is our job to make her all she can be. Stand up you Americans, fight that we see. It is yours, and our responsibility . With half the time, that we spend to complain...[Read Full Post] Fri, 29 Jun 2007 09:05:20 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/518027 Now that I am home, I find myself buried with three times the things to do than I started with. I am retired, old, worn out so what is up with that? You would think after a stroll across the country I would be bursting with energy, however, the let down of completion is heavy. That and the fact the over half of the things facing me are things I do not w...[Read Full Post] Tue, 26 Jun 2007 13:06:30 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/517491 Nebraska won the overall humanity award for my walk across the country. I cannot say who was second, at this time, however, Nebraska by a large margin was first. The heart beat of America is troubled. There was complete agreement across the way that America (and we) are in trouble. I heard no encouageing words about our Government, our leaders, our futu...[Read Full Post] Sat, 23 Jun 2007 10:31:42 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/516879 I AM FINISHED...ALMOST. Chicago I have seen you and you are mine. Today I shall try to positon myself inorder to be downtown by 5:15AM. That is when I have an interview with CBS. Perhaps NBC, after that. Then A picture in front of Harpo Studios...then I am going home. Thank you all for joining me, it has been fun, however, it is time to bring down the c...[Read Full Post] Tue, 19 Jun 2007 06:50:41 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/516058 As I sit here this early morn, I have flipped through the days by reading my own words. I am surprised to see how often I wrote about the internal. Even though I was ambling through a remarkable display of natures art, I was describing inter feelings. I am glad to see this because when I think back, I can only see the external. Intersting. The memory is ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 17 Jun 2007 07:53:05 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/515678 This morning I awoke and realized It was ending. Two years of focus was becoming a memory. Just a short walk, and all of the plans, and the days of anticipation would soon be yesterdays dream. The container of self feels as though it is hollow, but not empty. Is that not how it should be? We strive with all our might, however, tomorrow is a seed hiding i...[Read Full Post] Sat, 16 Jun 2007 06:49:18 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/515506