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Maybe it was the work. To get milk down the street. Maybe it was the exposure. They swore it was safe. On Navy ships, valiant,. Maybe it was the agent orange. Uncle Sam admits now, oops. Maybe it was the 40 years of nicotine. The 20 years of whiskey. To function, to forget. Both fought, both defeated.

You are not less of a man because you have panic attacks. You are not less of a man because you have anxiety. You are not less of a man for having depression. You are not less of a man for having a mental illness. Living in a pretty much constant state of dissociation is f.

Everyday observations about nature, birds, our dogs, and people in our little corner of appalachian woods. Thursday, February 19, 2015. Time for a dog walk on the hiking trail. Gabbie and Tess, our two old english sheepdogs are ready to be outside in any weather. Composure sets in, and we venture to the waterfall.

The diary of a road trip. A brother and sister share their thoughts, stories, and photographs of a cross country tour. We hope you enjoyed living our trip vicariously through us as much as we enjoyed experiencing it and sharing it with you.