This past weekend I made a trip that was reminiscent of my broadcasting days. Almost without exception, when I was broadcasting a game I would leave early enough on the day of the game to get there, broadcast the game, turn right around and come back. That made for some very long drives. But it also often give me time to listen to a lot of different broadcasts or books on tape. To keep up with the news and to form opinions about what was going on. It also gives you time to reflect or think about odd things especially when you're into the 20th hour of being awake and driving.

This past weekend coming back from one such trip to Steamboat Springs Co I got to thinking about an episode of deja vu that I'd experienced. On the trip up I stopped in Buena Vista. My cell phone had recommended a hotel named the Slackwater Inn. As I pulled in to the parking lot I recognized the hotel. Somehow I knew that the office was a detached small building around the South end of the motel. I had never been in Buena Vista. So why did I recognize it?

On the drive back I fleshed out a theory that I've had for quite some time but had not given a tremendous amount of thought. Is it possible that some of our memories are passed down from our ancestors through our genetic make up? Does our DNA contain the experiences of our forefathers? Is that why we have episodes of déjà vu?

What about our gut feeling? We've all experienced that feeling of dread or danger that caused us to not take an action or to refrain from saying something. I think we've all met people about whom we just had a peculiar feeling that they were not right in some way. There are others that we immediately knew we were going to be our friends for life. Is there some kind of connection in the past histories of our ancestors that tells us this person is good because my ancestor was friends with their ancestor?

I remember being in Mrs. McRrary's 3rd grade class when she was discussing the Weekly Reader edition about the presidential election. I knew inherently that I was going to support the Republican candidate and that I was a Republican. It was not because of what I heard and learned at home because my dad was a staunch Democrat. As I got older I learned that my paternal grandmother's family had been Republicans from the beginning. Were their opinions, feelings, and experience is dominant in my DNA and genetic makeup?

It's an interesting thought and I'm sure it is not original, although it was somewhat original to me. I do think This past weekend I made a trip that was reminiscent of my broadcasting days. Almost without exception, when I was broadcasting a game I would leave early enough on the day of the game to get there, broadcast the game, turn right around and come back. That made for some very long drives. But it also often give me time to listen to a lot of different broadcasts or books on tape. To keep up with the news and to form opinions about what was going on. It also gives you time to reflect or think about odd things especially when you're into the 20th hour of being awake and driving.

This past weekend coming back from one such trip to Steamboat Springs Co I got to thinking about an episode of deja vu that I'd experienced. On the trip up I stopped in Buena Vista. My cell phone had recommended a hotel named the Slackwater Inn. As I pulled in to the parking lot I recognized the hotel. Somehow I knew that the office was a detached small building around the South end of the motel. I had never been in Buena Vista. So why did I recognize it?

On the drive back I fleshed out a theory that I've had for quite some time but had not given a tremendous amount of thought. Is it possible that some of our memories are passed down from our ancestors through our genetic make up? Does our DNA contain the experiences of our forefathers? Is that why we have episodes of déjà vu?

What about our gut feeling? We've all experienced that feeling of dread or danger that caused us to not take an action or to refrain from saying something. I think we've all met people about whom we just had a peculiar feeling that they were not right in some way. There are others that we immediately knew we were going to be our friends for life. Is there some kind of connection in the past histories of our ancestors that tells us this person is good because my ancestor was friends with their ancestor?

I remember being in Mrs. McRrary's 3rd grade class when she was discussing the Weekly Reader edition about the presidential election. I knew inherently that I was going to support the Republican candidate and that I was a Republican. It was not because of what I heard and learned at home because my dad was a staunch Democrat. As I got older I learned that my paternal grandmother's family had been Republicans from the beginning. Were their opinions, feelings, and experience is dominant in my DNA and genetic makeup?

It's an interesting thought and I'm sure it is not original, although it was somewhat original to me. I do think there's a good book in there which I've also begun formulating. But it does make you wonder who the heck is out there reproducing that has the genetic makeup leading to all of these snowflakes and lemmings voting for Joe Biden?