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Actually, this marker caught my eye on my way into town:

After some students raised questions about violence in comics, I returned to the marker and realized I had to draw Trussell’s story.  (It made me wish those students could have studied in Master Trussell’s classroom!)

Next we’ll look into Trussell’s own account of his war experience.

NOTE: Trussell’s older brother apparently loaned him his musket when he enlisted.  For more stories, see these family notes.

And as for the start of the Revolutionary War in April 1775, we might also consider the case of Nathaniel Parker in Henniker.

17 June 1775

A memorial to Tom Mix can be seen off Highway 79 in Arizona. Mix was a silent movie cowboy. He died in an auto accident near this memorial. -- Photo by Pat Bean

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge.” — Constantine Peter Cavafy

 Travels With Maggie

I should have a sign on the back of my RV that reads: I stop at roadside markers. Such frequent halts let me fully appreciate the landscape around me, give me an opportunity to take some photos, and time to listen and look for birds. It’s all about enjoying the journey as much as the destination.

The truth is, I’ve often enjoyed the journey more than the destination. But not all people think of a trip in the same way.

Twenty or so years ago, I drove cross-country with my oldest son, a career military man, and his wife. They were on their way to a new base where he had been transferred. My son’s only goal for the trip was the destination. Even pee stops were rationed.

His wife still laughs about the time I finally hit him on the head when he passed two service stations after I had told him that I needed a restroom break.

Echo Amphitheater is located off Highway 84 in New Mexico. No way would I have passed by without stopping for a closer look at this scenic beauty. -- Photo by Pat Bean

The next long trip I took with that same son was in 2004, when he drove back with me in my new RV from Texas to Utah. It took a week, with short stops at road markers all along the way and longer visits to places like Carlsbad Caverns and Monument Valley, to reach our destination.

 That trip must have opened his eyes. I say so because he recently thanked me for helping him learn to enjoy each moment of a journey instead of always focusing on the destination ahead.

It’s one of the nicest compliments I’ve every received.

Hydra actually saw a sheriff attending to this fellow right after he passed.  Given that he was lying on his back next to his vehicle, covered, we suspect that he was having a heart attack or stroke and pulled over.

There are less beautiful places to pass away.  I hope he could see the mountains.