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Beta just has too many good features to remain on blogger.
This BLOG is Dedicated to Family Including a New Grand Daughter, California, this Native Son's Return and his Experiences along the Way. "California Here I Come" Gives Me Goose Bumps. (How maudlin is that?) Photographs will be my primary tool to tell the story. I'll also post some random musings from time to time. See The Link in the Sidebar for My Videos
Photoblog has moved to MontereyJohn California Photography.


Like father like son! Needless to say his first post is of his skydive last weekend. Pay him a visit here when you get a chance.
Well... Sedona Scenery has me curious about this, so I started formatting a new blog over there. It is actually interesting, but limited functionality at this point. I do like some of the additional bells and whistles, especially in the sidebar.
Thanks to my friend Hick at Bee-mused in the Country. I could not have said it better.Todd Beamer...One of the Heros of Flight 93
"We do know the final thoughts and words of Todd Beamer, a 32-year-old Oracle Corporation account manager from Cranbury, N.J., with a wife and two young sons (and a third child on the way), who was travelling to California for a September 11 business meeting on Flight 93. Somehow, Beamer's cell phone call from Flight 93 was routed to Lisa Jefferson, a supervisor with the GTE Customer Center in Oakbrook, Illinois. As Mrs. Jefferson proceeded down the checklist in GTE's "distress call" manual, Beamer relayed the details of their situation: number of passengers, number of hijackers, weapons carried by the hijackers, etc. As reported in Newsweek's "The Real Story of Flight 93," Beamer's last words to Lisa Jefferson included a recitation of the Lord's Prayer:
Up to this moment, Beamer had been all business. "Lisa," he said suddenly. "Yes?" responded Jefferson. "That's my wife," said Beamer. "Well that's my name, too, Todd," said Jefferson. "Oh, my God," said Beamer. "I don't think we're going to get out of this thing. I'm going to have to go out on faith." Jefferson tried to comfort him. "Todd," she said, "you don't know that." Beamer asked her to promise to call his wife if he didn't make it home. He told her about his little boys and the new baby on the way. Then he said that the passengers were going to try to jump the hijackers. "Are you sure that's what you want to do, Todd?" asked Jefferson. "It's what we have to do," he answered. He asked her to pray with him. Beamer kept a Lord's Prayer bookmark in his Tom Clancy novel, but he didn't need any prompting. He began to recite the litany, and she joined him:
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed by thy name Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.
"Jesus help me," Beamer said. He recited the 23d Psalm. Then Jefferson heard him say:
I opened my e-mail tonight only to find this photograph from my son Will in Roseville.

Nothing artsy-craftsy here, just some snapshots of wonderful views of downtown San Francisco and The Bay Bridge.


I spent the last couple of days on the road. I went up to Sacramento for my granddaughter Ava's birthday and came back through the Bay Area on the way home to Monterey Bay. I only meant to spend a short while there and ended up staying for about six hours. I went to Treasure Island, where oddly enough I have never been, and was delighted with the views of the city from there. I then went on into the city and up to Alamo Square (see the previous post of the victorian homes and skyline) and then on over to The Golden Gate, Baker Beach and Lands Ends. It was a delightful afternoon
In the canyons of Big Sur, nurtured by the coastal fogs, the redwoods thrive. Getting to them is another story. The mountains are exceptionalloy steep in this area. One way in is the old coastal road which was the main highway north/south before Route 1 was built in the 1930s. The other way is by foot. I drove.



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