It is our flag
November 23, 2005 by Bob Christensen
I received an e-mail today from a great friend and client. We went to battle together years ago-fighting a ladder company that built a defective ladder that broke and shattered his back. But that is not what this story is about.
This e-mail was a tribute to the recognition that we as Americans must give to our men and women in the armed forces that have shed their blood for the freedoms we own in this country. The e-mail, like so many others requested that I pass it on in honor of their blood.
I wish to honor them in my heart at this moment for their brave sacrifice for their country. No greater sacrifice may be given in service for our freedoms. Let us honor these men and women, each and every one. Let us pause each day and say a prayer that each and every precious soul will be returned to our hallowed soil with all limbs, sight and mind intact.
I did not send that e-mail on but not without a lot a hesitation. There was a part of me that said “yes, you are speaking the truth-pass it on”. The other part of me said that this is a scam- a cruel “perception is reality” piece that is attempting to grab my guilt and wrench it out of my gut and call me unpatriotic not to send it on. It is unpatriotic not to “support our troops”. I have decided to support my troops and my country to call them home, to support alternative energy resources and to call for a continued and an investigation (criminal) of the run-up to the war in Iraq. Without this, we can simply turn it over to faith that our leaders will do the right thing. I would prefer that that definition be left to the God I know, but I am not sure He is in the same war room as some of our leaders in power that are sending our troops to die. I am trying to support our troops in my own way. Keep sending the e-mails. I may not forward them, but I will continue to honor these men and women for their courage and patriotism.
John Lennon’s Lessons
November 23, 2005 by Bob Christensen
Music is magic on tape and so it goes. When Yoko Ono and John formed their bond, another ingredient was introduced into the recipe. What are the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that are formed to give us the beauty of a song? Those questions need not and will not be answered.
Never let the music die for it is the soul of the artist and the musician that allow us to fly. Music is ever flowing and changing with the cast of characters and emotions that overwhelm and occcupy the soul. Let us rejoice for it is good and ever changing.
Thanksgiving 2005
November 22, 2005 by Bob Christensen
Cindy was over at VEAP foodshelf yesterday to make a donation. The place was full of people young and old that need help. There are many people and children in our own community that are hungry.
This Thanksgiving we are reminded of our many blessings in our community, our state and our nation. Think about sharing some of it. You will get it back and that is the only guaranty you will find on this website.
Still a Chance for Justice?
November 18, 2005 by Bob Christensen
What do you think about judges being able to identify with a political party, raise funds and campaign on social issues? Do we want to turn our judicial selection process into a popularity contest? Should judges be just like representatives, senators, governors and president? Should the money game determine who will win a trial? Is that some of what we have going on now? What do you think?
Janis Anderson and June Hawkinson Pass Away
November 14, 2005 by Bob Christensen
During the last two weeks two wonderful women passed away that belonged to families that loved them very much. Janis Anderson was the mother of my friend Brad Anderson and June Hawkinson was the mother of my friend Dave Hawkinson.
Both Brad and Dave are high school friends with whom many of the Roosevelt grads of 1967 and 1968 have maintained a close friendship. Although they are not often seen, within moments of the contact we are connected again to the common memories and experiences.
I have been very fortunate to have these Roosevelt friends over the many years—even though we have all traveled different roads. There is just something about being from Roosevelt. I love you guys.





