It is the closing of April 24th. A date that may not be significant to you but it is one that tells me that I am now 62 and 1/2…on the down-hill slide toward 63. Often, I ponder…how did I become this old? I recall the beginning of 2020. It was only 4 months ago. MJ and I were blessed to enjoy a week with, Ron and Ira Kaye, in Destin, during the first days of January. We relished breakfast at a local restaurant, The Donut Hole, and the room was packed with people…with many congregating around the front door, waiting for a seat. I wiled away the hours sitting on the balcony and watching, and photographing the ocean. We visited the Waterford store, and found some good deals…that were exciting. I was able to secure a new Tilley Hat…as was MJ. The weather was balmy…with a good dose of fog the last few days that we were there. We visited a little bookstore, in Seaside, and I brought home three, very, interesting books. The businesses, and Bed and Breakfast, and hotels…are in pastel colors…as are the native Floridians. We watched the second season of the Netflix drama, Ozark…and throughly enjoyed it. When we arrived back home…it was bitter cold! We proceeded to plan on MJ’s birthday, and then Jonathon’s birthday, and our trip to Maine at the end of May. Oh…there was a news story regarding a strange named virus…that was killing people…in Wuhan, China….
So, life has dramatically changed. The plans that we thought we had…we don’t. The life that we thought that we had…has changed. The excitement of the beginning of a new decade…has started badly. We all react in different ways to a overwhelming tragedy. As a youngster I lived the Vietnam War on a nightly basis. The renown newsman, Walter Cronkite, gave the American people a nighty update regarding the deaths of our soldiers and the deaths of the Vietnamese. I lived in the time of the draft. Upon your graduation from high school, unless you were enrolled in college, you were drafted. My cousin was drafted less than a month from his commencement. Everyone that I knew talked about the war in Vietnam. It had gone on for several years…with no resolve of the conflict. It was a war where our soldiers fought and retuned home physically and emotionally and mentally scared. Rather than be welcomed home with cheers and the thanks of a grateful nation…there were greeted with chant’s of hate and derision. It was a divided time in our country. I believed that I would not see another time, in my lifetime, that there would be such divided understanding of a battle that we are engaged in…
Now we are engaged in the fight of our lives. Messages from, some, of our leaders…are confusing, and insulting to our intelligence, and dangerous…and scary! We need a Marshall Plan for our recovery from our 2020 pandemic.
‘The Marshall Plan, also known as the European Recovery Program, was a U.S. program providing aid to Western Europe following the devastation of World War II. It was enacted in 1948 and provided more than 15 billion to help finance rebuilding efforts on the continent. The brainchild of U.S. Secretary of State George C. Marshall.’ History Channel
On Saturday, the 22nd of February we had dinner at Bella Milano in Bellville, Illinois and then travelled to St. Louis to Powell Hall to enjoy the sweet dulcet sounds of Mr. Aaron Neville. The seating, in the old theatre was very close. We had to get up close and personal with our fellow theatre attendees.
Monday, the 24th of February, which is MJ’s birthday…we drove to Cape Girardeau, where we enjoyed lunch at Katy O’Ferrell’s Public House…courtesy of Jonathon. Then…we brought home a large bronze statue of Fredrick Remington’s…Bronco Buster. We still did not fully appreciate what was coming like a freight train in a dark tunnel!