A drum line can be like a time machine. I stood in the lobby of the local high school listening to the band play before the pep rally. Suddenly I could smell freshly cut Bermuda grass and felt my old black football helmet strapped on my head. It has been 28 years since I last played high school football. Most days I don’t miss it — but I did last night. I wish all the kids across the state a successful season. I learned a lot about life from my football coaches. I hope the kids today get the same experience I did — good and bad.
I have a speech tomorrow. And hope to see a B-17 tomorrow afternoon. I’m a pretty big aviation buff and love that particular aircraft. It was the workhorse in the Army Air Corps efforts to bomb Germany into submission during World War 2. Pilots loved it because it wasn’t as difficult to fly as the B-24 and was tougher. The plane could take a lot of punishment from flak and fighters and still get home. I can only imagine kids flying these chariots on missions that statistically probably meant they would die. Courage doesn’t even approach the word to describe it.
Working on getting the Banjo book finished. Still waiting on printing bids and need to get the ISBN. I’m not terribly organized, but am getting the opportunity to learn how to be.
It’s amazing to me how our thoughts taint our vision of the world around us. I’m not a total fan of the power of positive thinking, but can tell you this much — it does make life easier to swallow. You can sit around on a sinking ship and complain about it sinking. Or you can do what it takes to get the heck off of it. Strapping deck chairs into a life raft is much more productive than just rearranging and complaining about it.
Have a good weekend! Thank Goodness it is Friday. Thank Goodness it is any day that ends with Y.