This larger-than-life size statue of actor John Wayne at the John Wayne Airport in Irvine, California is massively impressive. Not only was I awestruck, I was also filled with patriotic pride.
I’m certain all Americans, Democrats and Republicans alike, are proud to call him their hero. What he represented on film, readily transferred to real life. John Wayne was, and still is, an All American Hero.
Walking the isolated grounds of Holyrood Castle in Edinburgh, Scotland was hauntingly…eerie.I could imagine Mary Queen of Scots walking alongside us, her heart heavy with thoughts of her impending death.
Visiting the Roman Coliseum where gladiators, wild beasts, and religious martyrs faced death before throngs of cheering spectators was…eerie.How strange it was to stand amid the ruins where the spirit of death continued to hang over all. There but for the grace of God…I thought.Walking the roads of the ancient city of Pompeii, decimated by the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius was…eerie.It felt as though we were walking upon the dead.