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Month: November 2021

Happy Thanksgiving Pop!

Happy Thanksgiving Pop!

Thanks, Pop

Thanks for giving.

Thanks for giving me life, a home, and safety.

Thanks for giving me a family and holding it together to this day.

Thanks for loving my mother and for giving me a sister and a brother, and another brother too.

And thanks for giving us Jesus by making us go to Sunday school.

 

Thanks for giving me a life where everything wasn’t just given to me.

Thanks for giving me a chance to make up my mind,

And for giving me the freedom to learn and make mistakes.

Thanks for not giving me everything I wanted and for teaching me to appreciate what I have earned.

Thanks for teaching me to respect work and those I work for, and that all work is important.

 

Thanks for giving me your blue eyes but not your hairline.

Thanks for giving me Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and Weary Willie on Halloween too.

And for making all those holidays memorable as a child.

Thanks for giving your time in service to our country and me the advice to join the Army even though I didn’t listen.

And thanks for not giving me shit when I knocked the lights off the top of the firetruck with the overhead door of the firehouse…and when I did it the second time too.

 

Thanks for giving me your attention when I required it.

And thanks for giving others your time even though there were times I may have felt I needed it more.

Thanks for giving me your hand and your strength when mine wasn’t enough.

Thanks for giving me patience…patience I can now give back to you.

And thanks for whatever you felt you did for me, even though I might not have realized it at the time.

 

And especially thanks for giving me another Thanksgiving when we can share some time together and make another one of those holiday memories.

And for being a good sport once again when I make you wear goofy stuff like Turkey Sunglasses.

Thanks, Pop.

Thanks for giving.

Happy Thanksgiving!

My dad’s Weary Willie act. It was a rite of passage for Carl, Gary, and I to share one Halloween as his sidekick.
A Thanksgiving from the past. Maybe 1965 or 66?
The Joy of My Life

The Joy of My Life

“… First time that I saw you
Mmm, you took my breath away
I might not get to Heaven
But I walked with the angels that day”

 

I will admit, I wasn’t always a big country music fan.

When Kim and I first started hanging out together I knew one thing for sure, Kim was going to have to begin to like the music I liked.

Well, at least some of it.

So while I was introducing her to Lowen & Navarro, the Cowboy Junkies, the Bodeans, Don Dixon, and Joe Jackson; she was working on me with her country music.

And gradually we had some success on both sides.

Except maybe for the Cowboy Junkies.

Kim didn’t like the Cowboy Junkies.

That resulted in one very memorable and very funny evening at the Barns of Wolf Trap sitting seven rows back from the stage when she blurted out “You’ve got to be kidding, just shoot me!” after Margo Timmins finished singing a song.  We had to make a hasty exit, laughing all the way to the parking lot.

But in fairness, I allowed myself to be exposed to Kim’s country music and began to listen and like it more and more.

In fact, Kenny Chesney’s “Me and You” became very special to us and we even had it sung at our wedding.

 

But it seemed lately I hadn’t been paying too much attention to country music’s current direction.

So one evening recently when Kim was running late and I was preparing dinner I said “Alexa,  play some country music” and for the next hour or so I listened.

Then a few nights later we were watching TV and flipping channels and happened upon the last hour of the CMA Awards, and it was evident that country music wasn’t what it was twenty years ago.

So over the weekend on another Eastern Shore road trip with Kim, I decided to make a point to listen to what was cutting edge country music in 2021 hoping to find another “Me and You” and caught the better part of the country top 30 countdown on Sirius XM.

It was interesting.

Back in the 70’s Steve Goodman wrote “You Never Even Called Me By My Name,” a song made popular by David Allan Coe, touting that the ingredients to the perfect country song were: “Mama, trains, trucks, prison, and getting drunk.”

Well, I learned that in the perfect country song now fifty years later you still have to be getting drunk.

Yeah, drinking is still a requirement.

And beer songs are real big.

“There’s a cold beer calling my name….”

“The Beer’s on Me…”,

And sometimes it’s just “Wishful Drinking,” which I guess just happens when you run out of beer money.

 

But it doesn’t have to be beer, it can still be bourbon, or “three shots of whiskey,” or tequila, or even “me and you time with a little bit of red wine.”

I liked that one.

But trains aren’t cool anymore.

Nope, nowadays you gotta have a boat in a country song.

And it’s better too if you are drinking that beer on that boat, or “tequila on a boat” works too.

Yeah, boats are big.

But there is a limit to the number of drunk songs you can hear and after yet another “drunk as a skunk” on a boat song we had to take a break and turn the radio off.

That was my “Just shoot me” moment.

 

The next day on the way home I continued my research.

Of course breaking up, cheating, and pickup trucks are still big stuff too.

Shoot I guess you have to have a pickup truck to pull the boat right?

But not so much singing about your Mama, or being in prison.

The other big progression in country music is integrating Rap music into songs.

But I suppose you have to do what you have to do to be commercially successful with the younger fans.

Needless to say, though I still am a fan, I wasn’t too impressed with the current sampling of songs I listened to.

Ah, but then I found it.

Country music redeemed for me.

Because just like “Me and You” was the perfect country song for the beginning of my marriage, Chris Stapleton went and recorded the perfect one for my marriage today.

“The Joy of My Life.”

 

“…Some may have their riches
Some may have their worldly things
As long as I have you
I’ll treasure each and every day

… Just take me by the hand
I am the luckiest man alive
Did I tell you, baby
You are the joy of my life
Did I tell you, baby
You are the joy of my life”

 

Yes, you are.

And you still take my breath away.

Now when can we get to that “me and you time with a little bit of red wine” part?

 

 

Postscript:

The song “The Joy of My Life” was written by John Fogerty of Creedence Clearwater Revival fame.

 

And here is a little bit of that perfect country song from fifty years ago written by Steve Goodman:

“I was drunk the day my mama got out of prison
And I went to pick her up in the rain
But before I could get to the station in the pickup truck
She got ran over by a damned old train”

 

The photo above is one of my favorites from that “Me and You” era not too much before we got married.

Hearing With Our Hearts

Hearing With Our Hearts

Kim shared a message she received from Greg Laurie, a pastor,  this morning that kind of hit home to me of late.

“So many of us tend to run around in our self-made circles of activity instead of wisely and calmly sitting at His feet” and that “We need to be ready to hear what God has to say.”

The author goes on to use the parable of the sower from Matthew 13 where Jesus describes four reactions to hearing the truth.

First, there is the hard heart and the seed on the path or the roadside. The hard heart doesn’t receive the Word and therefore doesn’t produce any fruit.

Next is the shallow heart, which is the seed that fell on the ground filled with rocks and with shallow roots, the emotional who have no depth in their lives, thus bearing no fruit.

Then there is the crowded heart, the seed that goes into the soil embedded with weeds. This seed may take root and bear fruit initially, but the worries of life choke it out.

And of course, lastly, there is the seed that bears fruit, one that sows deep and therefore those will hear the truth in their hearts.

And it is up to us to decide whether we will have a hard heart, a shallow heart, a crowded heart, or a fruitful heart. We determine how we will allow God will affect our lives.  It’s up to us.

We decide if we want to hear with our ears, but not with our hearts.

 

Yeah, I get it.

 

I haven’t written in a while because I have been busy.  I guess I have been running around in my self-made circle of activity again.

 

That is not to say everything has been bad, not at all in fact.

 

Covid cases popping up in the Rehab facility my dad is in and at the Assisted Living where Kim’s mom resides has restricted our ability to visit our parents in the last month.

Though that has been hard we took advantage of our time off from worry and used one free weekend to bottle our newest vintage of Little Chickens Winery called  “Wedding Blend.”

Little Chickens Winery “Wedding Blend”

Then I had to accompany Kim on a trip to Orlando sponsored by her company. I will admit that was hard, but I got through it.

 

Once home from Florida, we had the main event, which you might guess from the “Wedding Blend” was, a wedding.

Yup, Savannah and Leon finally tied the knot.

 

Now, you have to understand in my family, weddings haven’t historically been events to celebrate over the years, and typically when we have a wedding in my family, that means there is a divorce coming.

However, I don’t really believe that will be true of this family wedding or ever again.  And in fact, I said in my father of the bride toast, that finally on this day, I feel like all my girls are in a good place, they are all safe, and they are all happy.

And that makes me happy.

Mr. and Mrs. Boone

Of course, the side benefit of having a wedding is having all my kids and all my grandchildren together at the same time which generally doesn’t happen but maybe every other Christmas, in fact, Christmas of 2019 was the last time we were all together.

And that made me happy too.

Me and my little guys

Normally this past Saturday, November 6th being both Alexa’s birthday and Kim’s mom Faye’s birthday, one or both of us would be traveling maybe in the same direction, maybe not.  Though we had planned to be with Faye on her birthday, the covid restrictions wouldn’t allow that and since Alexa was having to endure her own trip to Orlando and in her case, Disney World this past weekend, Kim and I stayed home.

Instead, we used that time to perform the annual felling of the banana trees.  With Harry Belafonte, playing “De-O The Banana Boat Song” in the background on YouTube, I felled the bananas…trees that is and stacked them in my truck for a trip to the landfill.

Then to end the weekend on a nice note we spent the late afternoon bowling with Cameron, Savannah, and Leon.

Cameron bowling in 2016

In February of 2016, I wrote about bowling in an essay entitled Bowling for Cameron. Being around all my grandchildren on the days surrounding the wedding and also with Cameron on Sunday and my bowling reflection, I realized how much time does not wait for you to find your way out of the weeds. You can miss a lot.

Cameron bowling in 2021

So this morning on my way to work I thought about where my heart has been the last couple of years, and maybe the last many years.

Somewhere between being on ground filled with rocks, and being embedded in the weeds is my guess.

 

But this morning I felt different.

Our parents are in safe places.

My girls are in safe and happy places.

My family shared some way overdue time together as a family (and will do it again this Christmas.)

 

And I am happy.

And best of all, I am calm.

And I am not used to calm.

It is very strange.

 

But maybe that will allow me to pay attention more.

Maybe that will allow me to hear better now.

And not just with my ears.

 

 

Banana trees before the felling