When you must walk away from a dream, a relay race without anyone to hand the baton off, too, then Wii all lose, but no one can win a life-long relay by running it alone.

I had no idea when I was young, at 17, and wondering what the world would bring my way. I went out for my adventures very early on and saw a world beyond all I imagined more than 52 years ago when I left home, thinking I knew nearly all I needed to know.
By thirty-one, I had a son who changed my views to more than my own. I learned to be futuristic, looking to the time he would grow up and be a man. I created a business for the success it would bring and the legacy I could leave behind. Then he was gone by twenty-five as prophesized.

Later, after he was gone and there was no one to carry on, I took a break to see if I could find that child I thought had died. Deep inside, I heard the call. The whisper grew louder as I stalled. My sabbatical from business carried on without a thought for the years that passed so quickly that they seemed like dreams or thoughts.
What are Wii doing as a world that finally must concede the evil that has run amok must be taken to its knees? There is no path to just halfway there if Wii are to succeed. Those who know will do what no one dared to set us free. To keep us free

I then joined the Army, but once again, I became free, not understanding when I went in what the Army would come to be. I was an Army brat born into fatigue-colored diapers, brought up on Stars and Stripes TV, patriotic, but also too intelligent to believe Oswald shot Kennedy. A conspiracy theorist from thirteen when I returned to the US to hear and see so many believed what they heard but honestly could not see the truth. At least two shooters, obviously, and neither one was Oswald.

Finally, I see a dream come true, but not for Mii, as I say goodbye to one of my friends.
Salvage, Texas, may live on when Tiny Texas Houses is long gone, perhaps in the stories that will be told, the story of the pioneering of a way to build so bold that the industry rejected it to keep their mighty hold. Ghosted, censored, shadow-banned, the ideology went to Never-Never land as far as the media and the government were concerned. Someone said the new team at the White House would surely help create solutions for the Vets and the others who need help, but like my other dreams in life, like dominoes, they fell.

So Kennedy and the toxin-free team, without imports and much more, healthy houses, jobs created, and treasure finally restored. It’s not the Gold in Fort Knox that made this country great. The people worked to build a reputation that had been defaced. There is a lack of programs to teach the needed skills as the service industry collapses, and that’s all most people know. Skills are required, like housing. Each could help to end the suffering of the veterans who have no home to live in, let alone for family.

What will Wii do in America if no one wants to help reform the rules that prevent us from realizing our ancestors’ dreams of owning a home, some land, and growing food in a garden? It has been a road that I wonder what will happen if I still seek the goal I sought when I was a kid and as a kid again. I wanted to write, to publish, and then to travel the world to market my blend of cartoons and

writing of what Wii can do to salvage the best of our lives as Wii grew to old age. Houses, buildings, barns, and bodies, much that can be saved, but the freedom to do it must be ours, not belong to some deranged guys like Fauci, Biden, or the others who only sought to get rich and cared not who they hurt to be so very rich. I go off now to tell the story of the boy who did what he was told long ago, providing that he lived. Indeed the time once prophesized has come to be and now, the last part of my job on Earth begins as I go out from the ashram I created for the others who may come and heal then travel to show others how this can be done.

I must give up on this dream now, the school, the place to give somehow to those in need who could get out. I can not save them by myself but I do not see anyone willing to help in a government ful of waste somehow, they never came to see what Wii could do to help our nation though I proved this concept could be Free. I have written many articles, thesis, and books, and now I will shut down the places I created for those in need. I wish to note that it’s a sad last note to play in my sweet “Song of Salvage,” made to prove this concept could be done. An idea, with the stuff stored up but no one to support or build the path to solutions, they could live through any storm and come out to enjoy the sun and rebuild their lives and homes.

Blessings to your transitions in 2025 as I dismantle dreams to start with new for the coming decade. May you find a home that will shelter you and your loved ones to help you know that the community you call your tribe is there, the love and be the family that most dream of, yet few will ever see. Make your family, friends, and the people you will see become part of a freedom-loving organic community. Savor the dreams and act to make them all you can see until the vision dims, and it must reach its distant end or never be.

I said I would grow up and be a writer one day. The irony is by the time I did, no one could read. Few will make it to the end of this short set of words and pictures that will be too much for some to understand. The world is different from any I could foresee as I look at life much differently as I now hit 70. Seventeen was scary, but this is much more fun, for I found that kid and got to live this life over again.

Thank you for the gift, dear God, no matter what the cost, to finally get to do the job I thought I came for long ago. I pray that others will take over, but know that what will be is what my God intended as I go on my merry way chasing the dreams that I came for when I was born to run this race. At the end of my part on the relay through all time, I hope to see another to hand off this grand baton of things and words, of songs and ways to thrive in times to come with artistic homes and healthy ones to share life with every day.
Brad w. Kittel
Darby Lettick