Demonmaster & The Goddess
On April 17, 2008 I held my Beloved wife Dolores as she took her last breath and left this world for a better place. A promise to her is why you are reading these words. A promise to her is why this cross country trip is being undertaken. And because of these promises to her I have not curled up into a ball and died.
She knew me much better than I knew myself. Without direction and purpose I flounder horribly. She knew just how hard her passing would impact me, and she knew just what it might take to keep me going and allow a healing to begin. Even in death she takes care of me.
So I hope as you follow along on this American odyssey you would remember from time to time the woman I call My Goddess, and say a short prayer that God will bless her and keep her safe until I can be with her again.
My hope is to find the American people you don’t hear about on the nightly news, the majority of us that follow the law, try to help one another when in need, and appreciate that help when given. Americans that work hard, pay their fair share of taxes, and try to be and do the right thing at every turn.
We are still out here; we just don’t sell newspapers or increase viewership. We are considered boring, common and uneventful.
God Bless us all.
The Demonmaster
