My Thoughts

Saturday was a new Memorial Day for me, one I certainly will never forget although some of it I have no memory of at all. While I have exercised my right to vote in every election since I came of age (which is a perilously long time ago) I have never participated in any political rally or event. Never. That is until Saturday last when I attended the Trump rally in Minden, Nevada.

Now for those who have never been to Minden please allow me a moment to explain why there. Our erstwhile failure of a democrat governor, Sisolak, has drunk too much of his power Kool-Aid and has thus kept Nevada under his tyrannical thumb. Thus, the pressure was put on to deny venues in Reno and Las Vegas for political purposes. So, Minden (pop. 3001 as of 2010) stood up and took notice and said we would be happy to host an event. And, it WAS an event. Reliable sources, including my own eyes, reported between 25,000 – 30,000 attendees descended on Minden. It was a total “peaceful protest” of Americans showing their support for their president and this great nation. Not an angry, riotous, mob to be seen or heard. Everyone having a good time.

Except I could not stand the standing for so long. According to those around me, at approximately 7:05 pm (Trump arrived around 7:20) I attempted to kiss the tarmac. Never made it thanks to some friendly protestors who caught me going down. The rest is a jumble of memories. I remember being seated, remember a paramedic asking me questions that I have no idea what or if I answered with any coherency. I remember being placed on a gurney and wheeled out of the area to a waiting ambulance. On my way out I remember people clapping and shouting support—first time I ever got a standing ovation and I was the only one not standing.

According to the medical report I suffered “near syncopy” which means nothing to me (I’m not a doctor, never played one either,) but I’m told it means I lost consciousness. Well, duh! I could figure that out. They took me to Carson Valley ER though I had no idea where I was at. I eventually contacted my wife and told her I thought I was at Carson-Tahoe Hospital in Carson City. Wrong. I was in Gardnerville some 17 miles south. Took her two-and-a-half hours to travel the 40 miles. Half of that time was sitting at the junction of 50 and 395 waiting on the president’s motorcade. We finally got home around midnight.

Never did get to see the president. So close. So very close. Wake up America.

Just my thoughts for a Monday, for what it is worth.