Renaming A Mountain

RENAMING MOUNTAINS

 

This is starting to make me feel like I have missed my calling, came into and out of life at the wrong time.  Yes, for the moment I am still alive, but is my viability gone?  Have one thing going for me, and am not sure it is something I should advertise, or flaunt.  You see it isn’t all that difficult to deflate footballs, or even take the wind out of my sails and leave me adrift on the big water, at the foot of the mountains that stand and tower over me.

 

As if I am but an insignificant man or woman;  once admired for big hands and feet and other tools of the man-trade, or as my opposite with good looks and a top or bottom side to die for; soon to be renamed and immortalized as grandma or grandpa. Old people or Old Mountain.  What is the importance of a name, or   that we are that lucky to have a mountain named after us.

 

And now like a giant landslide or just major or minor quake in the hemisphere of name giving and taking, and nobody will really know, why we say and do these things.  Language ability and being a man in power, one was assassinated in 1901 and out there on the west coast and not even a state yet, and we were still busy taking the land away from the indigenous and native people, and naming their mountains after dead presidents.

 

Back then and over the years we have done things that were not given that much thought or publicity.  We just did it.  Made a law that said it was okay. And then just went on with things.  For better or worse.

 

Have to say,  there was less than 75 millions people in these United States of America at the time all of this was going on. 40 years or so after the Civil War.  Lots going on, and a lot of it was cloaked in darkness and made silent by the distance.  Too far away to really know what was going on, and why.   So before television and mass communications, and we could get away with such things.   Naming and Renaming and what is it I am forgetting or just have never been told?  How does this affect me?  Or does it?

 

And maybe at my age I need to hold my breath and save what energy I have, just in case I live long enough to gain perspective and realize that things are changing and they need my vote.  At least for one more cycle of the election process.  And that gives me hope.  But even so, I have the ability and time to write a blog.  Post it where you can see it.  Post what?  And that is where the caution flag comes out, and things slow down to the point of safety.  What is safe to write about in a blog?   When is it okay to go out on the race track, and not end up dead?

 

Now that’s it, isn’t it.  That is what I should be considering.  Silence or Tell-All.  Introduce new words and a new telling of how things got to be the way they are.  But wait, if we rename and divert attention, and nobody really has the time to explore what is really being said or done, perhaps that is what needs to be blogged about.

 

But not by me.  Afraid and have you ever been lead down that path in the dark and you have no idea how to get back to the warm fire and comfort of a safe place?  So lacking experience in so many things.  Have no idea what to blog about now.  Denali.  The High One.

 

And before now,  I was content by taking on the Fake Name, Stoney.  Was good that you could think what you might, based on a name.  Now, clarification puts me at risk.  Why are we going back and renaming things.  What does this really have to do with you and I and Alaska’s indigenous Athabascan people?  Mount McKinley.  Drop the political correctness.  Let the lower tier of viable candidates for the up coming election have their time in the media and press.  Rename everything.  Say whatever you think might draw attention towards you, or away from things that just happen.  Like Iran and Nukes and a new arrangement.  Funny how I know so little about what I am blogging about today.  Which is my clue to stop and concentrate on Fake Football, or the New York Yankees and the soon to be Pennant Chase.

 

Sports news and weather.  Take nothing for granted, and minimize the seriousness of things going on around you.  Best to dumb down.  Enjoy the media and the first rounds of the election and political process now unfolding.  Nothing to officially recognize.  Doesn’t matter what happened before.  Won’t change things to rename and point at somebody new.  The High One.  Stoney on a blog journey, going into the mountains to get mushrooms and smoke some.  Forest fires and the smoke can choke the life out of you, or at best, the worst comes when your lungs turn black from the official and authorized version of having a personal forest fire within, smoking Camels or Marlboros.

 

McKinley dead in 1901 and they rename a mountain after him.  Obama and soon to be out of office by the official process, democratic elections. I pray for that.   And so voters and leaders in crucial times do this dance and hope that things turnout.  Global Warming and poisoning the food chain.  Not sure why we advocate for a name change or for superficial acts of kindness concerning the original state of things.  Environmental log and forests going up in smoke.  Can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.

 

And so it goes.  Words and blogs and media.  Not sure how blogging about this changes anything.  So have decided.  I will wait and let The Donald or Doctor Brain , or somebody I never heard about 6 months ago, inform me.  And am okay with revisionist and tall tales from the wilderness.  Been to Alaska and back.  No harm came to be. Been there.  Done That.   And yes, does my heart good to think, if I say nothing or just listen.  Others will tell me what I need to know.

 

And with that I will wander off.  No reason to blog about things that I know so little about.  NO reason to go on about the hot topic of the day.  Distractions and have very little to do with those things most important to me.  Like Fake Football.  And Yankees and American League Baseball.  And there is more.  But have reached the limit.  Running out of oxygen and energy to pursue all of this.  Mountains.  Getting high or being above shoulder level, and moving into the smoke or into the clouds.  Not good for my health. 

All this renaming.

 

The impact could trigger an earthquake. Denali (also known as Mount McKinley) is a mountain in Alaska that sits just to the south of a major fault line.