A lot of trees around here

Sipping a coffee here, been a few days, maybe it’s a yooper thing, when someone goes on ahead, trees are planted in their name and for memory, knowing the Bumski, he wouldn’t want me to bumm people out on a Sunday.

Who was the bumski well, graduated from high school before continuing his education. Following high school, bumski attended college and earned his Bachelor’s Degree in Engineering, was drafted into the United States Marine Corps and proudly served his country during the Vietnam War. He was deployed twice during his service. After being honorably discharged, Chance, see that babe over there “yeah”, she’s mine, bumski, you are too damn ugly for such a woman as that. 30 years later, those two with Grandbabies. worked for Westinghouse and later for IBM, from which he eventually retired. was a very talented mechanic who loved working on motorcycles and cars. He especially enjoyed spending time in his garage and going on motorcycle rides. He was known as a sweet, gentle, and kind man, good with people and always willing to lend a helping hand. Bumski was simply a good person all around, and he will be remembered fondly by all who knew him.

If we as a people cannot understand each other, how are we to get along with one another, may not sound as you know it, but you do know it. For it’s the Lord’s prayer spoken in my father tongue

Til Vahala Brother

Semper fi

Bumski rather me share good stuff on a Sunday

Bikers… you can’t just take her home because you feel responsible.

I was thirty-eight when I pulled that girl out of that burning car. I was riding back from work when I saw the smoke and hit the brakes hard. I yanked the door open, unbuckled her fast, and carried her out before the flames climbed higher. The crews tried to reach her parents, but they didn’t make it. She held my vest like she wasn’t letting go. I followed the ambulance on my bike.

The next days were meetings, forms, and folks telling me to step back. I kept coming anyway. She reached for me every time I showed up. That was enough. When no relatives stepped forward, I signed the papers and took her home. Bought a car seat. Packed lunches. Sat through school meetings. Worked every shift I could.

She grew into Avery—sharp, steady, focused. She trained hard, passed every test, and said she wanted to serve the town that gave her a second chance. She made it into the academy and earned her badge clean.

Twenty-five years later, she pinned it on and looked at me.

Dad… you saved me…