This is now a few years old; however the content is ever relevant. We find ourselves in a moment in time which none of us ever imagined. This country of ours is so big and diverse. Each of us having a difficult time understanding how we arrived here.


If you were or are an American boy, you probably read at least one of Jack London‘s Books. He lived life fully like Hemingway, Fitzgerald and other authors who can later. His life was seemingly full of contradictions. I liked his books, but probably would never have read them had not it been required summer reading when I was in school.

He bought a large tract of land near Glen Ellen, now a state park. He built a huge interesting house which burned within weeks of completion; never to be rebuilt. His wife built a smaller version after his death and lived out her years on the land they had purchased; today a state park.