Morning here. Yesterday was so full with get togethers and learnings and showings and laughings. Man, a guy could get used to this except it wears you out.
Have to mention that Pilgrim Farmer John showed up electronically with a wonderful message that we played for everyone at the party. It was so great, in a Marine Corps inspirational sort of way. I must get a copy of that for you.
Off to a showing of Phil’s Camino with Q and A at one something in the afternoon. That is the centerpiece of the day, unless St James has something else for us, never know.
We have met so many great people over the last few days, am striving to keep them all straight in my head. Encouraging people to not be afraid, to tell their stories. How many things we can learn from each other.
OK, look, mira, time presses in on me, must move on. Love you all. And the old wish you were here still holds true in spades. Felipe.
Hola Pilgrim Farmer Felipe!
Gracias for the nice plug on your phone congrats. So well deserved. To save you the trouble of copying it from the voicemail, here it is in print version:
Pilgrim Farmer Felipe! Pilgrim Farmer John here. Here being the south east corner of the great state of Iowa, corn growing mecca of the world. I’m going to begin my congratulations with the phrase “I salute you”. We are fellow Marines, and that phrase means more to us than most. We salute our Flag, our fallen brothers and sisters, our heroes marching amongst us. We Marines have been doing so much with so little for so long that now we’re pretty sure we can do anything with nothing. Which is pretty much what you pulled off Amigo. You get sick, dumped on with bad news, take treatments that knock the hell out of you: No problemo! React. Adapt. Overcome. We’ll just bring that Camino here and walk it like we own it. And then the blessing of having a good Doc to recognize the importance of that to you, and telling you to “Saddle up and Go”. It seems to surprise a lot of people that you could do that. No surprise to me Marine. I made my Holy Walk from Le Puy, France to Finnesterre, Spain and if you told me you wanted to take that on, you’d have a shipmate for every step. All of my old USMC buddies have been in the loop on all this stuff you’ve done. They’ll be proud that you’re a movie star now, but not as proud as they are to call you Brother. Semper Fi Marine.
You’ll make it to Iowa someday, I’m now sure of it!! You can buy me a beer and we can tell each other lies about how good we used to be.
SF,
PFHJ