“Yes, you”

I said to myself.

And then with a modicum of introspection it became obvious that I was running out of ideas.

(the conversation continued)

 “It is way past time to start reading again.”

With that spoken to myself, I decided to close out this series of posts.

We are not all perfect.

So I patted myself on the back.

Fixed a good stiff drink.

And sucked it up.

If Sonny survived; then so could I!




And like Sonny, “I SHALL RETURN”




As I Wander Introduction 2

©W. Tomosky



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By Oscar/Oska

The star that is shining so brightly in the night sky
Is like the lonesome me
Regretting the heart-rending love
Becoming a sad constellation of tears
If I were given another chance
To go back to the time when we had first met
I would not foolishly let you leave
I would not let it happen again
The starry sky is filled with flowing tears
If they can illuminate the yearning hearts
When you can see the mournful stars
You may be able to forgive the pitiful me
If I were given a chance again
To go back to the time when we fell in love
I would not so foolishly hurt you
I would not have let it happen again
The starry sky is filled with flowing tears
If they can illuminate the yearning hearts
When you can see the mournful stars
You may be able to forgive the pitiful me
The distance between us is farther than the starry sky
We cannot reach each other’s hearts
How many more times must I cry, how much more tears must I shed
So that my tears can overflow into your eyes
Do you understand my heart?

(Full screen to enjoy the show and the lyrics. Thank you.)





As I Wander Introduction 2

©W. Tomosky



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All of the fellows in the rail yard agreed that trout fishing on a small stream was much better than on a large river.

That was especially true for those who had a secret little stream somewhere up in the mountains.

Finding a secret stream and then trying not to brag about it is very hard. You wish to keep the stream for yourself but yet you would like to show a friend what a great spot you have discovered.

Finally you share it and a new type of friendship is discovered.

Trout Fishing Poem




As I Wander Introduction 2

©W. Tomosky

AS I WANDERED #92 Conservation of Conversation


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An acquaintance said something to me today that is still rattles around in my head. He was quoting someone or other – - – I wish I could remember who.

This is what he said.

“Not just any talk is conversation; not any talk raises consciousness. Good conversation has an edge: it opens your eyes to something, quickens your ears. And good conversation reverberates: it keeps on talking in your mind later in the day; the next day, you find yourself still conversing with what was said. That reverberation afterward is the very raising of consciousness; your mind’s been moved. You are at another level with your reflections.”

That is what I like about Bogdan. His statements keep talking to me for days on end. He builds pictures in my mind; pictures of Russia, The Straights of Darien, Tzars and other such things.

Jim McFee is no slouch either when it comes to conversation and such.  He introduced me to Barclay and his family in Henryville, Pennsylvania not to mention the Hanging Rock in Danville.

Gunther takes another tack. He talks about BOOKS and then we have to look at them and then the next thing you know we are reading them. Gunther is subtle.

Me? Not quite so much a conversationalist as a traveler. I just like to travel and see things such as Browns Landing and the Starucca Viaduct.

At other times I enjoy tweeking the nose of politicians; which someday is sure to get me in trouble.

So today I will simply hope that someone engages you in great conversation; or, better yet, that you engage someone in great conversation. Tell them something of interest.

Attempt to avoid the small talk; unless you are a salesman.



As I Wander Introduction 2

©W. Tomosky



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Bogdan asked if I had ever been to the west coast of the United States.
I told him no; but I am sure Gunther had been there – - – maybe even grew up there. Then I asked him why and he showed me these sketches of Victoria, British Columbia.

Victoria 1

And the people that lived there.

Victoria 2

Victoria 3


And then Gunther came over to see what we were “wasting our time on.”

When we showed him he said “Oh no! Those sketches are all wrong. The Indians from my territory were quite handsome. These are just wrong.”

He told us about a painting he had seen as a child. It was a group of the Klallam People in one of their buildings. He said that he wished he could show it to us.

Victoria 4

Gunther said that “If ever there was going to be a Mediterranean-like place on the west side of the United States then God would have located it here.” And he pointed to a map in Bogdan’s periodical magazine.

Victoria 5

Victoria 6

And then he went on to explain the people, their ways, how they only took what they needed and preserved the land and the sea.

Gunther also said that each group had their own name, language and territory but for some reason had no trouble communicating or helping each other.

Victoria 7

“But now” said Gunther, “all that is disappearing due to lumbering and so many people who wish to live in that beautiful place.”




As I Wander Introduction 2

©W. Tomosky

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