July 5, 2001
Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada
12:10pm.
Dear Cory,
I stumbled on your site a few days ago while looking
for rental property at Cannon Beach. Reading the first
year of your journal was a real treat. You came across
as a wide eyed open minded adventurer. You
communicated your adventures with unusual clarity for
someone with so little experience at a key board. What
a difference a few years can make! As I finished up
your journal at work yesterday( I have a great job), I
was saddened to find that the past few years have
morphed you from a true adventurer/
writer/photographer to a cyber-preacher cum angry
adolescent. What a pity. The way you started I thought
you were really on to something.I hope this isn't
where the story ends:a kid with a heart for adventure
and some solid core values (and a nice web site,) who
sits on other peoples' couches whining into cyberspace
about the problems of the planet.I'm so bummed just
thinking about it I may need to pop another Prozac.
Hope you find what you need,
Bob
Bob...
I have held your attention for days on end and what do I get? You pity me.
I freely share all my art and everything I've learned
through the web and slide shows at schools, bars, prisons, markets...
only asking that folks throw me a few coins as they might to a street busker.
I'm doing community projects and local adventures until I've gained the
energy needed to travel. Keep in mind that I do a lot more than I share on-line. If people like you who enjoy my work would return the favor,
I'd be ready to set out again that much sooner.
I appreciate your honesty. Stay tuned.
"To realize one's destiny is a person's only obligation."
-from the book The Alchemist
ONE TIN SOLDIER
(The Legend of Billy Jack)
words and music by Dennis Lambert and Brian Potter
Copyright © 1969 by ABC / Dunhill Music, Inc.
Listen children to a story that was written long ago
'bout a kingdom on a mountain and the valley folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure buried deep beneath a stone,
and the valley people swore they'd have it for their very own.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day
on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley sent a message up the hill
asking for the buried treasure, tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom: "With our brothers we will share
all the secrets of our mountain, all the riches buried there."
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day
on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.
Now the valley cried with anger; mount your horses, draw your sword,
and they killed the mountain people, so they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure on the mountain, dark and red,
turned the stone and looked beneath it. "Peace on earth" was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of heaven, justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowin' come the judgment day
on the bloody morning after one tin soldier rides away.
