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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.
A view of the kitchen at the wedding.
We went to a wedding while we were there, and there was food being prepared for the 100-200 people there. Here, Dr. Guimon is expressing his feelings about a particular Ugandan delicacy called Offals, which are, incidently real offals.
Dr. Guimon liked to eat at Cafe Amigo’s for breakfast, just to be alone and think sometimes. Pastor and I went with him one morning while we were there, to talk about the plans for the classes and discuss things. I always felt privilged to be with the two of them, men of far more importance than myself.
Dr. Guimon really did love those kids and took time to chat with each of them when he was around. The building behind him is the property kitchen and the children were eating supper. Dr. Guimon gave them the same kind of attention that he gave all the kids he took under his wing. He had a way of making you feel like you were important, not just to him, but to anyone.
He was on the train this morning. I didn’t see him until he got up for his stop and Union Station. He was wearing a tight fitting navy blue workout shirt and overly baggy blue camoflage cargo pants. When he got up from his seat, he stood by the door and assumed a defiant pose. He was wearing large black sunglasses with rhinestones inset on the sides. He wore an expressions that said that somewhere, deep inside, he understood the ridiculousness of his appearance, and that he dared anyone to think less of him for it.
Roads and driving in Uganda is decently safe, but there is a bit of danger. We passed this overturned truck on our way to Soroti.
She was probably 5’4" and was over weight, but what drew your attention was the blue dress. It was the kind you expected to see in a ballet, somewhat gauzey. It had straps, and came down to her knees. She was dark, and the light almost sky blue color of the dress contrasted with her skin. I remember she had some sort of chaulky substance on her cheeks, and it reminded me of natives from africa or south america.
Those are real guns. Gaurds with automatic weapons are typical and common in most of the urban areas.
me hearties.
After breakfast on the day we arrived, we stopped to see Captain Mike Mukula, the Ugandan Minister of Health. He wanted to meet us. Dr. Guimon knew him and had worked with him some to help the people around Soroti. The other man in the photo, in the background, is Musa Ecweru, the man responsible for the Soroti District.
Taken on my second trip, at a hotel where we had breakfast, in Kampala. Dr. Guimon took some time to relax briefly while we toured the place.
I saw a man on the train platform yesterday at Forest Park Station. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and I remember noticing him because his neck jutted out from his shoulders. He was tall and had red hair and a beard.
Percy writes in a pace that I can only describe as even. The story doesn’t have rhythm like the sea has rhythm, the pace moving slower the faster, instead there is only a steady unfolding, a constant dialog with no pauses or breaks.Percy wrote, in the Thanatos Syndome, that Tom said, “small disconnected facts, if you take note of them, have a way of becoming connected.” I remember thinking that this is true, but often the connections are worthless or unsubstantiated. You should be careful about drawing connections between things with little to go on.The Thanatos Syndrome is written in…
He was born on yesterday. Read more about Allen and Megan’s new baby here, with photos here and video here. Congratulations!
From a trip I took a few months ago…There was group of senior ladies waiting to board, laughing and talking in an easy banter that comes with time and knowing people you like for a long time.
From a trip I took a few months ago…There was a thirtysomething couple who were slightly drunk, flirting with each other and overly chatty. The woman was talking to me and laughing and leaning in close to look at my ticket.
From a trip I took a few months ago…There was petulant young boy with his mother, who had to be told not to get in the way of the attendant taking care of ticketing. He was whiney and hovered close to his mother when scolded.