Karl H. Timmerman M.A.J.D. 2004
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JULY 9, 2004

These are the Ramblings of a small town, (Holden, population 2,700), Missouri, country lawyer. They contain my random thoughts and observations on current events and my life and experiences in the Solo Practice of law.
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Greets and Huggers.  Posted the evening of  July 9, 2004. I drive 100 miles per day between the Holden Office and the Grandview Office.  When gas rose above $2.00 a gallon, it dawned on me that it would be cheaper to buy a small vehicle rather than filling the Durango, (12 miles per gallon), twice a week, ($40.00 each time or $347.00 per month).  If I could buy a vehicle that averaged 30 miles per gallon, an additional car payment of $230.00 per month, would be transparent.  Susan and I talked it over: she agreed.  I logged on to LendingTree and set up a pre-approved used car loan, (4.55%).  The whole time, Bob Sigoloff and I were chatting back and forth ... he had owned 4 Miata's over the years and highly recommended them  On June 28, 2004 I bought a car on eBay Motors:  a 2000 Mazda Miata.  The car did not sell, ("RESERVE NOT MET"), during the original listing. So after a CARFAX check ... I sent the seller a private email offering to buy the car for $9,200.00, upon inspection by CARCHEX, and after checking the price range in Kelley Blue Book, ($12,045.00) and NADA, ($11,075.00 - $13,350.00).  The seller called me and offered to sell me the vehicle for $10,000.00 ... I declined and counter offered $9,400.00.   The seller declined ... but I suggested they think about it and if either one of us changed their mind ... they would call the other the next morning.  The next morning, the seller called and accepted my offer.  The car was in Miami, Florida.  I immediately got on Travelocity and booked a flight, ($213.00), to Miami on July 1, (leaving MCI at 5:45 am). I emailed Bob about a "Road Trip" and offered to pay for a ticket to Miami for him:  he declined ... if he decided to go ... he would pay his own way.  He decided to go on the 30th ... but an airline ticket from St Louis to Miami now cost over $1,000.00  ... so my dear friend decided to ride a Greyhound Bus, for 16 hours and meet me in Asheville, North Carolina:  to see Ft Timmerman South, tour the Smokeys and spend some time together. Such is the background for the 2004 Road Trip.

Reflections About the Road Trip

For a "guided tour" of the "Road Trip" ... with pictures and narrative, click "
HERE".  Other than the shear natural beauty witnessed, the mutual respect and Brotherly Love, Bob Sigoloff and I enjoyed and continue to enjoy, there were two events on this trip that will stay with me.  I had a two hour layover in Atlanta and spent it in the "Smoking Lounge" at the Atlanta Airport .... as soldiers would wander in to smoke ... I would walk up to them and thank them for their service to our America.  They all perked up, almost coming to attention and while smiling, would say "Thank you, Sir" .... before turning away to find a place to sit.  SPC Thorpe, instead, sat down next to me and we chatted, (lighting one cigarette after another). Specialist Thorpe, is a Minnesota National Guardsman stationed in Baghdad, a heavy equipment mechanic in "real life" and a motor pool mechanic, assigned to convoy duty in Iraq in the military.  He is the father of a 4 year old girl, (whose birthday will fall on his 14 day leave  ... she is beautiful!!:  I saw her picture). We spent almost an hour talking, sharing life experiences and life in the military, (mine now over 30 years old). Iraq is a VERY scary and dangerous place.  He shared how much he loved his wife and daughter: how glad he was to be able to see them.  In the same breath, he shared how much he missed his "buddies" in Iraq: he wanted to be there to make sure they were Ok ... they were his family as well.  He believed he was there to protect you and I.   I shared how grateful I was for his service and that, (unlike some of us) ... no matter what ... he would not be called a "Baby Burner" when he came home.  I shared  ...  you and I would not let that happen!  His service and the service of our men and women in uniform would be honored for the sacrifice it is. Honorable persons can disagree about politics, about why they are in harms way  ... but no one can dispute they are.  No one can dispute that they are serving honorably. His flight was announced.  We stood up ... I wished him well  ...  a safe return ... and another "Thank You".  He smiled ... shook my hand ... Saluted Me!! ...  and said ...  "No Sir.  Thank you"  ...  turned and walked away. I just stood there:  a lump in my throat and watched him proudly walk away.   I know he will go back to Iraq, on convoy duty, in harms way:  I will pray for his safe return.   (Please: would you say a prayer as well  ...  for the safe return of all our men and women in uniform)

Bob and I watched the
sun rise on the top of the Smokey Mountains ... thereafter having breakfast in Pigeon Forge Bob and I headed North West again, back to Missouri.  In Tennessee we hit rain: at times hard.  I slowed down and watched cars run past me like I was standing still, even though the road was wet and visibility poor:  almost like a grainy black and white movie.  As we turned a curve in the road, flashing lights.  An accident.  Two ambulances, police cars and a fire truck. As we slowly passed by, ( I could not take any pictures) ... I saw a car, a small car, upside down, the roof crushed in ... in the median ... firefighters, in the pouring rain, using the "jaws of life" to get into the vehicle.  There was a debris field spread around the vehicle. Things obviously thrown from the car.  Coolers, clothing, "stuff"  ....  and  ... a "Teddy Bear" ...  a bright yellow "Teddy Bear".  For several miles ... Bob and I drove on in silence ... while cars again passed us, obviously in a hurry to get "there".   UMC Dean Tim Heinsz got "there", way too soon. "Life Lesson" for "puppy sharks":  Too many of us "speed" to get "there", never realizing that the real meaning of life, the real joy of living, is the process of getting "there". Slow down!  Take the time to enjoy the ride, the scenery of life. Realize, like my dear and much respected Friend, Matt Hill ... a vacation, some time off, is a necessary and invaluable rest stop on the road to getting "there". I wonder about that bright yellow "Teddy Bear".  'Nuff said.

Sitting here editing these Ramblings while sipping on some Tawny Port. The "
2004 Road Trip" is one of those colorful experiences, that years from now, while bring a smile to my lips. When you come into this life, you see things in black and white.  As you grow, you begin to see and live life in color  ...  <smiling>  ...  you experience colorful things. I realize, the time will come when, like all old men, I will see the world, once again, in black and white. Waiting to get "there", relying on memory for color. I pray the owner of that bright yellow "Teddy Bear"  hasn't made it "there", yet.  On Monday at 1:00pm ... Susan will have a needle biopsy. On Thursday at 9:30, she will have a lumpectomy,  to remove a tumor the size of a peanut M&M.  Faith, a belief in an ultimate "good", for some, for us, allows you to live with and through bad things that happen.  Faith dulls fear.  But you are still afraid.  Not of death, being "there", but the potential pain in getting "there".  And worse yet ... a life without each other. How would/could I survive waking up each morning  ...  alone, without my Susan to make that day worth living?  Strange thoughts for a beautiful, warm July Friday Night.  Tonight as I drift off to sleep ...  I will take a moment and Thank God for the privilege of being Susan's partner ... of having her be a part of my life ... and I will say a prayer for our men and women in uniform, (especially SPC Thorpe and his family ...  Please, Please, Please, God ... let him and his brothers and sisters in arms come home safely and soon!!)  for you and our America.  Be and sleep well ... SPC Thorpe and his military family are on watch, so you can.  If my post offends, I apologize ... that is not my intent.  As always ...

A Warm Brotherly Hug  ....

Karl (the dumb ole country lawyer from Holden, Missouri).