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Green Light for Transitioning Veterans

Green LightWe changed the light bulb in the sconce behind the flagpole where it is visible from the road below to this nice shade of green, rather than bug light yellow. Why would we do that? Well, it seems there is a movement sponsored by Walmart and other veterans support organizations to “GREEN LIGHT” veterans returning to civilian life by encouraging employment of vets and other programs intended to give these American heroes the opportunities they need in order to transition back to the lifestyles they left prior to service.

Damsel put the green party light in the supermarket shopping cart last week because she had seen a TV spot that encouraged the green light to show support for returning vets. I seldom question what she puts in the cart because – well just because – so it went home with the groceries. It was not until we were at home a couple of days later when I asked her about it. Eventually, I saw the TV spot that she had seen before and did the research to see what I could find on-line.

Here are some excerpts from the Walmart Community pages on Americans Encouraged to Greenlight Opportunity for Transitioning Veterans:

Today, empowering organizations including the Institute for Veterans and Military Families, Team Red, White and Blue, Team Rubicon, Hire Heroes USA and Blue Star Families joined Walmart to launch Greenlight A Vet. This is a campaign to help create visible and actionable national support for America’s veterans and their families. You interact with them every day at work, at school and in the neighborhood. However, it’s hard to show them support or recognize their contributions when, back home and out of uniform, they’re more camouflaged than ever.

A green light means go and that’s what veterans are known for – their ability to take action quickly no matter the challenge. They demonstrate great leadership skills in any situation and represent the best of America. Their involvement in communities is central to our nation’s success.

Anyone can Greenlight A Vet:

  • Hire one today. Or help a veteran find a job.
  • Volunteer and serve with veterans groups in your local community.
  • Start a mentor/mentee relationship with a returning veteran.
  • Raise awareness on social media.
  • Or simply signal support by changing your porch light to green.

We are supporting those last two bullets with the green porch light, our blog and a link to our other social media places.

Ancient Native American Petroglyphs

Petroglyphs

These petroglyphs are clearly visible from US Highway 60 as we travel through a little mountain pass between Hope, AZ and Harcuvar, AZ. I captured this image as we drove through the pass just before the curve where you exit the pass and go into Harcuvar, just to the east of the etched rocks.

The symbology on these rocks is similar to other native petroglyphs readily available to be seen throughout the southwest US. Although we did not stop this time, I can tell you from previous visits to this place that the inscriptions are well-preserved and, fortunately, not tagged or disrupted by modern day idiots would-be petroglyphographers. Click on the image to enlarge.

Arizona Desert Mining Town

Desert Mining Town

After we took the dogs to the groomer yesterday, we had a couple of hours to ourselves. We decided to head over to an old mining town (and tourist trap) about 25 miles west of Wickenburg.

Unfortunately, when we got there after driving 28 miles on pavement and another 2 miles on dirt, we found that the attraction was closed for the day having been reserved for a photo shoot by some unknown enterprise. We noted a large number of California license plates on the vehicles parked there.

The cowboy that ran things told us that they didn’t have time to notify the media of the closing. He was very apologetic and assured us that if we were to come back on a normal visiting day that he would waive the admission and guided tour fee. I guess we will take him up on that sometime in the near future, before the desert heat gets too out of hand.

The place is called Robson’s Ranch & Mining Camp. We will probably take a trip out there soon.

Multi-National Neighborhood Flags

Neighbor’s Place

Our next-door* neighbor to the west has roots in Montana and also in Alberta, Canada. When her relatives and friends from way up north come to visit, she flies the Canadian flag below the Stars and Stripes. In the summertime when the northerners are all back home, she generally flies the Arizona flag in the lower position.

* When I say “next-door” I mean that literally, even though her house is another 500 feet up the road beyond our place. Our next-door neighbor to the east is another 500 feet in that direction. We like the semi-rural feel of our Arizona home.

I took this photo while Damsel & I were walking the dogs after lunch today. I was at the neighbor’s house to the east taking telephotography of the west neighbor’s flags, a distance of about 1000 feet.

Camera Settings: focal length 200mm, ISO 100, aperture F7, shutter speed 1/500 second.

Veterans Day 2014

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There are many veterans who deserve credit for keeping our nation safe and free by putting themselves in harm’s way. Not all such “harm’s way” scenarios require combat or the battlefield. Sailors who work on the dangerous decks of aircraft carriers, Soldiers who prepare ordinance and test weaponry, Marines who carry out firefighting missions, Airmen who crew patrol and transport aircraft and Guardsmen who patrol our coasts in aircraft and on the sea.

Special thanks go out to combat veterans as well as those who have risked their lives in training and support roles. God bless them all.

(This is a reprise of our Veterans Day 2009 post – still applicable today.)

Manzanar

Manzanar Sacred Monument

On our route from Bishop, CA to Ridgecrest, CA today, we stopped at the Manzanar National Historic Site on our way south. This is a very important monument, reminding us of one of the most heinous acts ever taken by the USA (other than electing Obama).

It is a somber self-guided tour that takes the observer through the internment camp that housed over 11,000 Japanese Americans taken from their lives in America to serve time for what the Imperial Japanese did to foment WWII in the Pacific. The bombing of Pearl Harbor and other acts by the Japanese did nothing to warrant gathering the descendants of Japan ancestry and housing them, against their will, in this nightmare desert camp. Manzanar was the largest population center between Reno and Los Angeles, albeit it was a city of an unwilling population.

The image above is the saddest reminder of the sordid acts of the Franklin D. Roosevelt Administration; the graveyard at Manzanar with mostly unmarked graves other than one of Baby Jerry Ogata, an infant that died in captivity here who was as American as you and I.

We have been here before, but the sight of the residual camp always causes us to break out a tissue or two. Click on the image to enlarge.