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| Nixon Family Home - Yorba Linda, CA |
Indicate the way to my abode
I'm fatigued and I want to retire
I had a spot of beverage sixty minutes ago
And it went right to my cerebellum
Where ever I may perambulate
On land, or sea or atmospheric vapor
You can always hear me crooning the melody
Indicate the way to my abode
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| Mt. Fuji |
I’m
glad I live here. I’ve always been glad I live here.
Of course, ‘here’ has changed as I have moved
around. Everywhere I go, I find I’m in a good place to be: in
the Orient, on the West Coast, in the Mountain West and in the Mid-West. I’ve
enjoyed living where the mountains and the beach are close enough to enjoy both
on the same day. I’ve lived where Abraham Lincoln
started his political career and where Ronald Reagan went to college. I’ve
ridden my bicycle to a few places nearby the place I live. Among those places are
beaches both in California and the on the East coast of Japan, up Mt. Fuji and
down again, and the house where Richard Nixon was born.
I’ll
readily admit the people where I live are pretty great. I’ve
wished my neighbors a good day or a good evening in Spanish, Japanese, and
English. At dinnertime, the evening breeze might carry scents of curry,
teriyaki, sweet or spicy chilies, or the smoky aromas of barbeque. 
Spring
and summer are accented with pleasant views of farmland growing crops of
various kinds from corn to beans to strawberries and rice. Fall and winter’s
views can be stark or very colorful. The weather has run the gamut from too hot and humid to too cold and dry but I enjoy it all. I have been blessed with beautiful sunsets and sunrises, some of these over the tops of mountains and others shimmering seas. The cloud formations add interesting drama to the skies that will sometimes send strong winds or gentle breezes, the warm sun, pouring rain, or heavy snow.
I am
grateful for where I live.
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