“Look! There it is, off in the distance. Can you see it?”
was Mount Rushmore. When I was 8, or was it 1978 which for some reason I
always associate with being 8 even though I was 10...
- in 1978 my family went on a trip out west. I remember that we
traveled to Salt Lake City, The Grand Canyon, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and finally arrived to visit relatives whose exactly locale,
quite honestly I forget. (Somewhere in California?)
Here’s what I remember.
We saw a lot, but we didn’t really do a lot, and the one example that really stands out -
is Mount Rushmore.
As I remember it we quite literally stopped by the side of the road, looked up, said “look there it is,” and went on our way. I don't really know why. That's just what we did.
some reason I always thought that was all there was. It never even
occurred to me that there might be a park, or a way to get closer until I
watched The National Treasure: Book of Secrets.
Yes, that seems silly to me too.
In any case...
story has come up more than once in conversation during the past few
weeks. Today, it kind of stuck in my head. Of course, I started to ask
Here’s my theory....
always more to the story. There’s always a different route. There’s
always a different way. There’s always something not everybody knows.
Save for some extremes - No one way is right. No one path is absolute.
The world allows for differences.
It’s okay to question, but it’s not okay to judge.
… and now for some reason I have Paul Harvey stuck in my head: “And that’s the rest of the story.”
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