
A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world. ~Paul Dudley White
This morning, I am grateful for walks. Last night was a beautiful night here in Las Vegas, the temperature was just right for a comfortable stroll around downtown.
I went to visit the girls, and took them out to our favorite burger place. It was reminiscent of our family dinners when we all lived together, where every night we talked about our days around the dinner table. I always felt it was important that as a family, every night we sat down together and ate dinner, and just enjoyed each other’s company. It is in my opinion, the best way parents, or parental figures, can keep their fingers on the pulse of their family, and monitor its health.
Last night we picked up right where we left off. There was definitely a lot of laughter as we talked about school, work, friends, pets, when all of a sudden we realized it was getting pretty late, so I sent them off with a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek.
After seeing them off I phoned Jim who, along with his wife Mylene, just arrived back in town from Los Angeles. We all decided to meet downtown at Binion’s just to visit. Jim wanted to go for a walk, but I balked at the idea, because I was wearing what I considered to be heavy footwear. So we just planned on maybe talking over some coffee.
The conversation was great, we all just sat around and talked about family, life among other things, and then Jim and I decided to put in a small walk while Mylene played a little poker.
He and I headed out to Fremont Street, and like old times, we just started walking and talking, and before we knew it, Jim and I must have walked two miles. Fremont Street is actually a great place to go walking when its not so busy. There’s definitely a lot to look at, with all of the old Neon signs, and the local residents do add a bit of color.
The walk was fantastic, not only was it invigorating, it was enlightening. Jim and I picked up where our conversation left off in the coffee shop, and carried it on down the street. When I quit poker, Jim kidding or not, had expressed concerns that we wouldn’t have much left to talk about. Initially, it seemed that way, only because poker was the 300 pound gorilla in the room, that we seemed to spend our time avoiding talking about. But before we parted ways, Jim said, “I think our conversations are much better.” I would have to agree. As friends we always had plenty to talk about, but now that our friendship doesn’t revolve around just that one topic, poker, we get to explore the many levels of our personalities, and lives.
I love the direction our group of friends are heading in. I love that everyone is exploring their spiritual selves. I love that the conversations we all have no longer just scratch the surface with typical chatter, just to create noise, so there is no “uncomfortable” silence. I love that we all now explore, and probe a little deeper and are getting to know each other’s true selves.
Jim and I plan on taking another walk tonight, where our path will lead, where will our thoughts take us, I don’t know. But I am grateful that I will another opportunity just to hang out with a great friend.
I am grateful for so many things, I truly am a wealthy man, It is incredible how blessed my life is, and I am grateful that there is more on the way.







