Little White House & Larger Than Life Man

   Toured FDR's Little White House. Ah....what an exemplary progressive...the embodiment of the pure humanist--held America together during the darkest hours of the Depression; held us together during the darkest hours of WWII; coped with dreadful polio and always in lock step with his American brothers & sisters---be they Appalachian shanny poor or titans of Wall Street---he always searched for the good in others.

   Included, are LWH photos---a favorite of mine being the partially finished oil paint portrait underway when he died in Warm Springs at the Little White House, on April 12, 1945---only weeks before the end  of WWII which had caused him immense angst. He loathed all war but had no choice when Pearl Harbor was bombed.

   Twenty-eight degrees this AM, though a glorious day thereafter.  Hiked a bit through winter brown hardwoods---flora with its own sort of beauty, while  here and there, tall, tall, skinny pines swayed and purred in the wind. Just hooked up the EGG to the truck. Did some research and state parks on the Gulf are filled with snowbirds. Thus, we're pointing the nose more due-west to Quitman, Miss., and by sheer coincidence, the same park we stayed in en route, circuitously to Big Bend National Pk. on the Mexican border in southwest Texas. In spite of this big country, it'll be twice in the crossroads town of Quitman & maybe even three times in Cut and Shoot, Texas---that's right, twice. Is there something wrong with us and our travels. Who knows...who cares.

   Later.....