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Raymond's Checklist for His Personal Bucket List
A MAN WHO CHOSE TO FOLLOW HIS DREAMS FOR HIS ENTIRE LIFE SHARES HIS PERSONAL BUCKET LIST. The author's bucket list will leave you shaking your head. Raymond "Wall" Greenlaw lived his dreams. They served as a compass. From hiking the Triple-Crown to earning a PhD to visiting every European country to working with Paul Allen to diving Truk Lagoon to publishing 35+ books to competing in Ironman-distance triathlons in four decades to pioneering accreditation criteria for cybersecurity to cycling the Race across America solo to visiting all US states to finishing ten Boston Marathons to climbing the highest peaks on six continents to achieving the Grand-Slam of ultra-running to becoming a PADI scuba-dive instructor, he checked off a jaw-dropping diversity of 2,100+ bucket-list items. His journey covered 3,200,000+ miles. He's beyond inspiration. When My Light Goes Out I dove, caught, hit, kicked, swung, and biked.I ran, threw, jumped, played tennis, and hiked.Canoed, fished, kayaked, and swam at the lake.Never stopped to count the candles on my cake.Everything I knew, I did and I liked. I love the mountains, nature, and trees.I love the feeling of a warm, gentle breeze.I learned and explained and taught and graded.Through discovery and adventures life never felt jaded.Thank you and please I said from my knees. I saw the world because I liked to look.My life's a gift I never mistook.Rejoice with me friends as I say goodbye.The trip's been wonderful so do not cry.A gust and poof, there goes my book.
Ralph Raymond's Heir

Ralph Raymond's Heir

Horatio Alger

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2017
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A man of middle age, muffled up in an overcoat, got out of a Third Avenue car, just opposite a small drug shop. Quickly glancing up and down the street with a furtive look, as if he wished to avoid recognition from any passerby who might know him, he entered the shop.It was a small shop, not more than twelve feet wide by eighteen deep. The only person in attendance was a young man approaching thirty years of age, his eyes and hair very light, and his features small and insignificant. He was the druggist's clerk, working on a small salary of ten dollars a week, and his name was James Cromwell.