Becoming B

Bitcoin won't be adopted like the iPhone because it's cool. It will be adopted like gunpowder: if you don't own it, you'll be its victim. —Saifedean Ammous

From the mail trail: Snow still sticks to trees in Springbrook, WI. 12.6.26

Your Zaps keep me coming back! Thank you for them. 🙏

Good morning. I type this at 6:15 AM. It's 20 degrees out there. The sky gray when I looked out the window. I think the moon is still up. I have to be headed down the road by 6:40 to make it to work on time. My last day of delivery, then 2 days off. I am looking forward to it. The days of delivery are dark to dark as the days get darker. Two weeks from now will be our shortest day of the year. I remember feeling this way last year. Gotta get through it. Just get through it. This is no way to live of course. But that's a conversation for another time. I was just reading "Time and The Soul." He was talking about how time escapes us faster the more we lie to ourselves. I work with a woman. She's well into her 60's. I don't know how she does the job sometimes. Sometimes we will look at each surrounded by Amazon packages with no space, laugh, and say, "it's all lies." I gotta go to work. I hope you have a great day. Morning Fire 56 12.6.25

From the mail trail: The Namekagon at 10 AM. Icy. 15 below a few nights before. Two blocks away cars continuously move through Springbrook. The sound of rubber on road a blip in time to this timeless flow. Springbrook, WI 12.5.25

Good morning. It's 15 out there. 25 degrees warmer then yesterday morning. I didn't get back to the office until 6:30 last evening. Dark to dark again. Thankful for headlamps to help see names and addresses. It's getting harder to see at 51. I hate to admit it, but that's just the way it is. I am hoping to get some photos on the mail trail today. Something has to jump out at me though. More and more I value place. I'm a part of it, it's a part of me. Trying not to be a transient. I don't know if it's a matter of trying or not trying. Life is just more interesting when I get out of my head and get interested in place. The shapes, colors, sounds and so on. No place the same. Anyway, I am off to the mail trail. Morning Fire 55 12.5.25

What is a good man but a bad man's teacher? What is a bad man but a good man's job? If you don't understand this, you will get lost, however intelligent you are. It is the great secret. ~ The Tao Te Ching

Sun setting in Earl, Wisconsin as I finish delivering mail for the day. 12.3.25

Good morning. I have 5 minutes. I have to get out the door earlier then usual to start my jeep. It's - 10 out there. A Full Moon tonight. I looked out the window at 5 AM and the snow was glowing. Been leaving at dark and getting home at dark. Long days delivering packages and mail. One of the most common things I hear among my coworkers since we started delivering Amazon packages in the Post Office is this: "How can people afford this? When will they run out of money? Anyway, I'm off to face the cold. I hope you have a great day! Morning Fire 54 12.4.25

From the mail trail:: Bit of blue above The Bean Brook at 11:45 AM. Springbrook Township Washburn County, Wisconsin 12.3.25

Good morning! 🔥 Morning fire 53 12.3.25

From the mail trail: Bending birch before dark. Springbrook, Wisconsin 12.2.25

6:20 AM. Good morning 🔥 10 degrees out there. It's only supposed to get colder as the week goes on. They're talking 20 below by the end of the week. Winter in Northwest Wisconsin. :-) I hope you have a great day! Off to the mail trail. Morning fire 52 12.2.25

Six days later snow still sticks to trees. 12.1.25

Good morning 🔥 Morning fire 51 12.1.25

That's my coffee cup. There's still coffee in it. I almost have a full pot drank as I procrastinate. There's six inches of light fluffy snow to plow, blow, and shovel. Plus firewood to split, hay to feed, and tires to take off my mail jeep. I waited too long on that one too. The snow tires need to go on before the snow flies. LOL. Thankfully I have two other mail vehicles with snows on them. A lot of carriers don't have that option. Times are getting tougher. I know once I go out I won't be back in until after dark. Words keep coming up. I've got things to say and it feels like play. I gotta go with it. I helped my nephew, who is now 16, buy one dollar of Bitcoin after Thanksgiving Dinner. I had my coffee cup with me. So he asked me about Bitcoin. :-) Hayden, my middle son who is also 16, warned him. He's experienced my long windedness on the subject. The power was out during our Thanksgiving at my mom's. So we all had more time to chat. He started with a question, "What is Bitcoin?" Then he went on to tell me about the investment class he is taking as a junior. He told me they are are learning about stocks, bonds, and treasuries but nothing about Bitcoin. That irritated me. Because I think Bitcoin is the future of money. This fiat money system we currently live under causes a lot of systemic pain. I didn't tell him that. I tried to help him along in learning about Bitcoin. I have made many attempts in helping people close to me learn about Bitcoin. This was probably the easiest. I simply helped him get off zero by making a one dollar purchase with his Cash app account on his phone. They charged him a quarter for the purchase. All said and done he had 75 cents worth of Bitcoin. I told him to hold on to it as long as he can and watch it. And he will learn a lot about the ups and downs of Bitcoin. But in the end it will was always go up. That's what it's engineered to do. I hope he hangs on to it and learns more about it. It seems to be the more you learn about it the more you buy. Atleast that's been my experience. I have to move snow now. Until next time. :-)

Good morning. There's close to six inches of light, fluffy snow out there. I'm home in front of the fire. No mail trail today. This is a relief. Most days have been go to work in the dark and come home in the dark. Delivering mail and packages in the dark is stressful. Sitting still in front of this fire with everyone still asleep is a joy. Peaceful. Let the world do what it's going to do. I am going to sit here and watch the fire. An 18 year ritual rooted into my existence. I saw my grandpa's brother yesterday. I was delivering an Amazon package to a renter of his. He was wearing hunter's orange. He asked me if I was hunting this year. I shook my head no, pointed at my vehicle full of packages and mail, and said that's what I've been doing. Next year I am going to take off for the season, if I am still delivering mail and have vacation days left. I miss it. I miss being in the woods in general. One time, when I was in my early 20's still living with my grandparents, my Dad and Grandpa came up to hunt. The 3 of us stayed in a cabin on Gull Lake. We hunted on the 100 acres I bought when I was 18 or 19, I can't remember anymore. It was the end of the season. We were cutting up a deer in my grandpa's garage. My Dad, who never said these types of things, said, "You really like this, don't you?" I did. I was learning how to cut up a deer with my Grandpa and Dad. In fact, as I'm writing this, I wouldn't doubt if it was on this exact day 30 or so years ago. They would usually go back home on a Saturday Sunday depending on if we had deer to cut up yet. I'm off to add more wood to the fire. I hope you have a great day! Morning Fire 50 11.30.25

Five minutes before I head out the door. I was out until 8 PM delivering packages and mail last night. Hoping to get done before dark today. Once it gets dark everything gets harder. Can't see the mail, boxes, driveways, etc. Things slow down for safety's sake. That's 5 minutes already! I'm just getting warmed up. My Postmaster mentioned last evening we might see some sun today. I sure hope so. I appreciate sun and shoveled out mailboxes this time of year . . . amongst other things of course. I hope you have a great weekend. Off to the mail trail. Morning fire 49 11.29.25

"The future already exists; your life has already been lived; you have only to in habit this life as it 'unreels'--inhabit it from moment to moment with faith in the Creator of all lives. This moment-to-moment to faith in the Creator of destiny is the experiential equivalent of the moment-to-moment search for contact with one's self." Jacob Needleman, Time and The Soul (2003)