I’ve been thinking alot lately about Jana.  As I was driving home awhile ago, I was debating sending her an email and whether it was a good idea or not.  It would only say, “I’m sorry for how things worked out and I’m sorry for my part in it.” That’s all.  Nothing more.  So, as I was thinking about it, The Beatles “In My Life” came on the radio, followed by Van Morrison’s “Contacting My Angel”. I saw a bit of irony in that.

Under the Leather, Behind the Shades

I read this on the Patriot Guard Riders site.  I thought it was worth re-posting here.

Under the Leather and Behind the Shades

Under the leather and behind the shades stands a biker. We ride for the sense of freedom it gives us. The encouragement to take the road less traveled in the chance that we may encounter something new. We ride for the friendships we make along the way, as well as, the solitude of the open road. We don’t really care what you ride, just that you do.

Under the leather and behind the shades is a beating heart. A heart filled with compassion that on any given day will be riding for those in need. Ask one of us for help, but don’t be surprised when all of us show up.

Under the leather and behind the shades stands a proud American. We are as diverse a group of people that you could possibly assemble. We are men, women, tradesmen, doctors, lawyers, retirees, military, civilian and on and on and on. We stand silently with reverence and one voice that, in the silence, can be overwhelming.

Under the leather and behind the shades stands an invited guest to the funeral of a soldier that we most likely have never met. We hold the flag of our nation as a tribute to the greatest sacrifice anyone can make. Out of respect for the fallen, we travel to stand firm for a family, a community and a nation to lean on.

Under the leather and behind the shades stands a biker with sons, daughters, brothers and sisters of our own. Beneath the rough exterior we tremble and weep at your loss. You may not see that, for we are there to support you. That’s why we stand so silently under the leather and behind the shades.


David Meyers II