Newest completed Black Lizard / Vintage Crime read another by Chester Himes, and his 1965 novel  "Cotton Comes to Harlem".

Another early morning run along Main Street in Suffield, 3.2-miles.

I have been noticing much in the news about ecology.  I feel the following concerning the “7th generation” principle taught by Native Americans is important, and appropriate, for the growing lack of selflessness in our nation right now.

The “7th generation” principle taught by Native Americans says that in every decision, be it personal, governmental or corporate, we must consider how it will affect our descendants seven generations into the future.

Now, the interesting thing is that Western society generally considers a generation to be 25 years; while the Lakota Nation considers one generation to be 100 years.

I would appreciate if our current leaders could begin truly thinking about the many, instead of the few, and develop a "win-win or no deal" philosophy, instead of a "winner and loser". 

The "Mather" loop in Suffield, 5.2-miles before heading off to work.

Music 2018...

Effort #48, "I Want to Be Your Dog", from 1984, also in Maziarz Garage, the Primitives.

"...Now we're gonna be face to face."

More Black Lizard / Vintage Crime reading, as well as more Andrew Vachss.  This is his second "Burke" series novel, "Strega".

Ended the week with a 4-mile run at Cowles Park in East Granby.  I climbed up the Metacomet, then descended the Taj Mahal and Tobogon to get back to the car.

Last day of our Chicago visit, I took a drive out to Mallard Lake and Hawk Hollow for a run before we ended the day visiting with JC.

This was my favorite spot of the three I ran at this week.  A nice wide sand/gravel path through a forest preserve, on the plains.  I ran 7.7-miles at over 6 mph pace, including a few small hills.  On the way back I was following the largest coyote I have ever seen for about a quarter-mile, before I growled a little to get it off the trail.

DL, JC and I were back in Chicago, this time to visit the Field Museum, which is truly awesome.

Ventured out to the West Branch Forest Preserve, trying to connect to Hawk Hollow.  First section around the Bass Lake and Deep Quarry Lake were awesome, before I hit the paved bike path leading out to Hawk Hollow area.  Totaled 7.5-miles for the day.

DL, JC and I drove into Chicago to visit the Adler Planetarium and the Shedd Aquarium, both of which were outstanding.

Out early to explore some of the Forest Preserves of DuPage County, Illinois.  Settled on a run at Kline Creek Farm, which was only 2-miles from our hotel, with a nice visitor center, indoor restrooms, and plenty of parking.

I enjoyed the 6-mile run, the air was crisp and clear and we had a covering of snow on the ground.

Also, on this day, in 2005, I completed a Northern Nipmuck Marathon with Tippi and Wuzzam.  Total time was 6:28:18, and it was my 30th marathon and Tippi's 6th.  Wuzzam had Summer out for the event with us as well.  Hard to beat a day when a few guys can run with their dogs.

Leaving for Chicago early morning, plenty of things planned including Thanksgiving with JC.

And... 

Music 2018...

Effort #47, "For the Love of Ivy", almost a full band version, 1984 in Maziarz Garage, my beloved Primitives.

"...I feel just like an Elvis from Hell."

Drove out to Adams for a visit with my parents this morning, and ended the daylight hours with a 3.3-mile run around Suffield (including the "trail" section from Bridge Street to Wisteria.

The ground is still snow covered from the early storm Thursday into Friday so I ran roads along the Hill Street 7-mile loop today, low-forties, grey, and a little breezy.

More and more lately, as we go on, I am caught thinking of German Lutheran pastor Martin Niemoller's poem:

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—

     Because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—

     Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—

     Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.