Searching for Tomorrows

In 1986, my wife and I left good jobs, I was a member of the Illinois' Governer’s cabinet and she was member of the Secretary of State’s cabinet. We sold or gave away everything that would not fit into our car and started driving east. This is the story of our journey across America.

Leaving Springfield

We didn’t start out to see America. We left Springfield, Illinois with the belief, we had the talent, skills and the faith, to start a new life anywhere in America. Carol could work at a job she loved and I would explore my passion to be a writer.

Decatur, IL

Decatur, Illinois

Even though Decatur was less than a hour’s drive east from Springfield (40 miles), they were two very different cities. Springfield, the state capitol of Illinois, was a mixture of governments buildings, hospitals, lobbyists, local businesses, and farms. With hot summers and no dry season, ninety- seven percent of the area around Springfield was covered by croplands

Rt 80 east

We took Route 80 east when we left Markham. Headed east because we had read books about Stamford Connecticut, rated in the top three of the top ten, seemed like a good place to start as any other. We knew nothing about it other than what we read. The description, written by professional wordsmiths, gave us visions of a progress city with lots of opportunities.

Being from Springfield, Illinois, the middle of corn and soybeans country, we were use to seeing big fields of tall corn and big cows. …


Stamford Connecticut. We spent our first night at the Stamford Inn, right off 195. I was tired and wanted to stop at the nearest hotel to the highway. An older hotel, in it’s hey day it was a new Holiday Inn. But now, it was a run down building with carpets so dirty you couldn’t see the carpet pattern. The hotel was so close to the highway, there was constant buzz in the air from cars and trucks passing on the road.

Going West

We left Hartford heading west. The day was sunny and warm. So far, we were blessed with good weather except traveling through a blinding rain storm in the mountains.

I carried a walking stick, most people thought it was a cane because of the purple heart I received in Vietnam for wounds. The cane had been with me for years. I carried it to White House meetings and events, traveled with it to other countries. …

Evergreen Colorado

We expected to see mountains when we crossed the Colorado state border. We didn’t see any, just farmland and ranches, along with small farming villages and towns.

Then the mountains appeared in the distance, the closer we got to them, the surrounding country around us seem to get smaller. I felt small. That’s what mountains will do to you.

Going to Evergreen from Denver there is no doubt your are driving up a mountain. …

Living in Evergreen 1

Living in Evergreen meant having income, finding a job. Our friends had met some people, who housed their horses at the same stalls she did. She talked to them and they were interest in Carol’s background of being an IT executive. The company had just moved to Evergreen from New York. They made clothes from Australia for the horse industry, oil skin coats, that you could ride though brush without it snagging and tearing, wool Bluey coats woven so tight they said you could put a cigarette out on it and not leave a burn hole.

Living In Evergreen 2

Living in the mountains was different, with four other guys I would go into the woods to find old trees we cut and split for our wood burning stoves. I dressed like amountain man and was beginning to look like one as I let my beard grow.

Since Carol was working with programers the owners thought she knew about the technical side computers. They had a pc they had bought in Hong Kong and used in Europe. …

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