General

Working away on a project that’s due tomorrow. On page 21 already, but made it that far in less than an hour, so pretty good pace. Just so many loose ends to tie up.. as usual.

And when we meet
Which I’m sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still
I’ll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I’ve moved on…. [Dido]

Yankees win on a 11th inning home run by Aaron Boone.

Tied, 5-5, top of the 9th, Johnny Damon at the Plate, a Sox runner on first.

I often wonder what might have been, had I chosen that other path. The road that I did not take.

But I didn’t….

So as much as I might wonder, I return to the path that I did take… and here I find myself with the reality that my choices have created.

But I never forget that I died to become the man I am today. Those choices – my choices – dictate the reality that I see before me.

I just hope that I’ve made the right choices.

This morning, for me, life is all about Wild Berry Zinger and a backlog of e-mail that seems to never end. Back to the grind.

About two hours south of Bangor, Maine on I-95 and then just a bit to the east along Maine Route 196 lies the small town of Brunswick, Maine, the home of Bowdoin College.

In 1861, a young man, at the time a professor at the college, used some sneaky tricks to get himself on leave from the college and became an Army officer in the 20th Maine Infantry Regiment.

Not two years later, it was the same young man, at the time a Lt. Colonel, who held the line on the Union’s flank on a hill called Little Round Top near another small town called Gettysburg.

When the war was over, he was a Major General and recipient of the Congressional Medal of Honor.

In Maine, they know him as the long-time President of Bowdoin College, where upon retirement, he had taught nearly every subject available to teach – and as a twice governor of that state.

Today, for a few brief moments, I paid him my respects.