Stationed alone

This time of year has me wondering: what are people celebrating?

I just can’t understand buying more stuff and eating too much food.

What does that accomplish?

I also have a hard time justifying human holidays built on violence and religious supremacy.

So, I think I’ll sit this one out and watch the trains go by, hoping they bring a better society.

I may be waiting a while.

I am Cone Alone.IMG_20171106_011004642

Steps. Family.

Nearly 1200 miles.

Twelve hours.

Two layovers.

One flight of stairs to another Thanksgiving with the family.

I smell turkey, but I am chicken.

I am Cone Alone.

Visiting family Tgiving 1

Visiting family Tgiving 2