It is Mother’s Day Weekend. We may go to the Antique Store. We old folks like antiques. They remind us of our past and even our parent’s past. At times a vintage item can transport me in time.

I saw my little metal JFK Bank last evening. It came from the Antique Store. When I noticed it I immediately recalled being a child in Eldorado and Neva J speaking of the President as if he were a member of our family. My life had been a bit upended as Neva J and Bill had contemplated divorce and subsequently moved from Chicago to Eldorado to save their marriage. President was a constant in my young life. I knew we would somehow be alright as long as JFK was around…

Grandma A loved to serve me cold milk in a large white ceramic coffee mug. The milk was ice cold and good. Although I was small I could drink a couple of mugs full. When her little dog Nugget whom she renamed Narky died. Grandma A was devasted. She poured me a customary mug of milk and told me that she was going to go and pray for Narky and when I completed my milk I should join her. I wondered why she was praying for her deceased dog so I drank slowly.

Old things are precious to us. We Americans revere our Constitution. The Holy Bible is the most-read book ever written.

Steve from Sauk Village was a master of Marionettes. When he conducted a puppet show I was mesmerized. The Marionettes took me to another world. When I discovered Marionettes at the Antique Store I was euphoric.

This past December we brought a large and a small blo-mold Santa to our Southern Illinois home. I remember them from my childhood. They made our Christmas complete. A few years before that Jonathon bought me a Christmas gift of a small stuffed Santa in the image of my Laughing Santa from Chicago Days.

Our lives appear to progress in a linear fashion when in reality we live all of our experiences that formed who we are. When you look in the mirror you see a reflection of someone who has lived many lives in the skin that appears in your view.

Fifteen years ago today the Derecho hit our region. MJ and I were working at Southern Illinois University in Carbondale and had seen many storms. This was different. I was talking with my Director Phil Gatton and he remarked that I might want to go to the basement with many of the staff in his building due to the storm that was just beginning. I smiled and valiantly told him that I was not afraid of storms as I had once stood at the door of our little four-room house in Elkville and watched a massive tree uprooted and laid on its side. As I started to exit the building I noticed that the air handler in front of my office was dancing about as if it weighed nothing. I decided to go down to the basement.

Wind can be a terribly destructive force. May 8th 15 years ago was Commencement on the Campus of SIUC. A college had already begun their ceremony when the Derecho hit. Large old trees were uprooted like matchsticks across Campus. Chaos and confusion reigned as we began to assess what had happened. Chancellor Sam Goldman was a rock during the turmoil. When the decision was made to attempt to clean McAndrew Stadium to facilitate the Saturday Commencements as there was no electricity Sam asked me if our housekeeping staff could do it and I assured him we would give it our best effort. I vividly recall my dear friends Elizabeth and Ryan busily cleaning the bleachers with Elizabeth holding a flashlight for Ryan to see. Sam who recently passed away said that he considered Building Services cleaning of the Stadium under the most difficult of circumstances to be the best lesson in a Campus group working together to accomplish a purpose that he had seen.

We had over 27 thousand dollars to our house. I am home from the Woods today as I have learned to respect Storms on May 8th…

So today we have the highest severe weather warning that we have had in a year. Is it just a coincidence or is it fate…

I like Tuesday and I always have. When I was working it was the day after Monday which brought its own advantages. Tuesday means we are underway and full steam ahead in our week. No more dithering or puttering around as the week was progressing whether we were in the game or not. Whimpy of Popeye fame said, ‘I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.’ Tuesday is one of the ‘T’ days with the other being Thursday which is another of my favorites.

You can accomplish a lot on Tuesday if you set your mind to it. The weekend is over and gone and the new weekend is not quite visible over the horizon. Plus if you have paid your hamburger bill you have fresh credit.

Tuesday and Thursday are the middle days and thus I have an affinity for them. No one expects too much from either day and therein lies the joy of them. The ‘T’ days are the days that you can truly make a showing. Great ideas can be hatched on Tuesday. Hurdles can be jumped and the high jump is within your reach on Tuesday.

Tuesday may not possess the panache of Friday but then again it does not have the burden to bear of being the opening act of the weekend. You know that the Opening is important. Thursday is not Saturday and the Sabbath in the Jewish faith and it is not Sunday the Sabbath in the Christian calling. God is not looking for too much on Tuesday…he just hopes that we will not jaywalk.

The report that you did not complete on Monday will certainly be refined on Tuesday and submitted with boldness and assurance. The Friday deadline for your recruitment plan you submitted on Thursday and took Friday off for a much-needed long weekend.

Tuesday affords the protection of banality and mendacity…not much is expected and thus much can be achieved…

By the way who does not enjoy a good hamburger…

Another week is here. We seek them here and we seek them there the elusive leader we desperately need. When I was a lad the adults in my orbit told me that I lived in the greatest country on the face of the earth. I considered if there had been a contest or a runoff and I had not been a party to the results. When I asked the criteria for the award I was assured that we believed in Truth. We were a government of the people and by the people. We had fought the Revolutionary War to ensure that we would not have to bow the knee to the king. Religious freedom was always mentioned and a dedication to the enshrined creed, ‘that all men were created equal with certain unalienable rights among them were life liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.’

The middle-aged and younger adults that were in my life had fought and died in World War II. They had not read in history books about Hitler they had fought Nazism up close and personal. Most of them had lived through the Great Depression. They understood from real-time events what deprivation destruction and fascism were. There was not an academic question about service in our military because there was a draft. All men served and women replaced them on the factory floor and made the armaments to use against our enemies.

The Greatest Generation was wary of Con-Men and Snake Oil Salesmen. They had witnessed the preening and strutting of Benito Mussolini. They saw Auschwitz and the emaciated Jewish people. They smelled the acrid smoke of the furnaces. Freedom is not free and is not the domain of narcissistic lunatics as it had been given to in Europe in WW II.

Now we ‘Pop a Top My Friend’ and laugh about the Woke Agenda. We take as Truth the inane ramblings of conspiracy theorists who have less than our best interest at heart and more of their hidden agenda. We turn the dial or scroll until we find the commentary that agrees with our prejudice and provides the answer to why we are left out of modern society.

Former Presidential candidates who not long ago admitted that the last Presidential Election was won by their opponent are now in line to be picked as the running mate of the leading Presidential Candidate will not say yes or no if they will accept the results of the Election in November…

God have mercy on us if these self-same leader candidates have to ever make a life-and-death decision that affects us all…

So I heard Cinco de Mayo mentioned on numerous occasions at approximately this time of year and wondered what it meant. I must have been a victim of my sheltered life…

‘Cinco de Mayo in Mexico for ‘Fifth of May’ is a yearly celebration held on May 5 to celebrate Mexico’s victory over the Second French Empire at the Battle of Puebla in 1862 led by General Ignacio Zaragoza.’

Today it is a joyous celebration of all things Mexican. It is a signpost to me that our year is progressing rapidly. Of course, May 4 is ‘May The Fourth be With You’ in honor of Star Wars.

Winter has passed and summer is staring at us from around the next corner. This is one of the numerous happy events that mark our calendar of celebration. We have so many holidays we are a bit numb to the blessing of enjoying life. As Tiny Buddha says, ‘Stop acting surprised when good things happen to you. You’re a good person and you deserve it.’

Life is a patchwork quilt of small joys and exciting occurrences that tend to go unnoticed if we are not actively looking. Look we do for the big events when our existence is replete with small blessings.

Last evening our dear friends Jim and Joan visited us and Jim and Mylo put on a show of mutual affection that lifted our spirits. They clicked and they were into each other and it showed! Jim even stroked Mylo’s tail and Mylo did not seem to mind whereby if MJ or the rest of us did that we would be met with a reprimand by him. Jim chased Mylo and Mylo piroetted for Jim and both understood the dance. Their joy in mutual communion made the evening complete.

Repetition is beautiful. The choreography of our time here is resplendent with color action mystery and meaning. At times we can not see the forest for the trees and at other times we see the trees clearly. Each moment is a gift. Every breath we take is special.

In the woods, I hear the voice of God. Not loud and with thunder but quiet as the trees making the sound of their motion in the wind. The wood actually makes a creaking noise that I had not heard until recently… It is therapeutic.

I have been reading Annie Jacobsen’s book Nuclear War. It is breathtaking in its reality of nuclear war. What we assume is our birthright and a matter of everyday life can be taken from us in an instant. Baseball games and picnics on the ground can disappear in a flash of blinding light.

Desensitized we are by our love of social media and big bank accounts. Safe we feel in our gated communities. We buy what we want and what we desire. We go where we please and stay until we are ready to return. There is no guarantee that it will always be so…

‘I am anticipating good things in your future, Pastor said. ‘I had a dream that many of the men in our church will one day work for you,’ he continued. ‘You will be a leader, he added.

Sarah laughed when the angel told her and Abraham that they were going to be parents and she knew that she was well beyond childbearing years. From time to time we hear prognostications that seem incredible.

Where we are and where we are going to be can be much like a fantasy story. Indeed we are not ruled by our present surroundings. My dear friend Jeff did not visualize himself as a millionaire when he was homeless on the streets of Chicago.

‘Hope deferred maketh the heart sick but when the desire cometh it is a tree of life.’

You may feel down today and wonder why you should continue when in fact good news may be around the corner. The success stories that excite us most are the ‘rags to riches’ stories.

My favorite aspect of my time as superintendent of Building Services was my role in offering career opportunities to those who had never had the brass ring provided to them. My good friend Anthony told me recently that he had not forgotten the looks on people when I offered them a job and their excitement at the chance to earn a good living.

We must look in the mirror when wondering why many of our fellow human families are sad and forlorn. What can we do to give them good news…

The opportunities that I was blessed to offer were being a member of the professional housekeeping department of Southern Illinois University @ Carbondale. Opportunity comes in many facets and good news is available to all of us.

Summertime is here at least meteorologically. Eighty-five degrees and the promise of more to come. It gets hot in Little Egypt.

Time rules our calendars. Seconds minutes hours and days make up our lives. It is difficult to wrap our minds around the concept of no more time. We begin as babies and if we are fortunate we end as old and bent people with dimming eyesight and mobility issues. As we arise each morning we first look at our clock. It governs our existence according to our understanding. The concept of our loved ones no longer existing is hard to fathom and that we will cease to exist is beyond our comprehension and history of our ambitious lives.

Einstein said time is a persistent illusion. We live in the box of our own observances. Life beyond our death is faith but not reality for our grey matter. So we work for a future that we are constantly reminded that we may not see. Often we feel empowered to do whatever we want and adopt the Alfred E. Newman adage ‘What Me Worry.’

What about the future. We have not been let in on The Secret. Roger Ebert the popular movie critic told his wife not long before he died that ‘It has been a big hoax,’ when he reportedly saw through the drawn curtain of life to see the other side.

Is deja vu a fluke of our brains or is it a realization that we have been there before? We look at our universe and see what astronomers tell us are images of planets and stars that have long since gone out of existence. So we view with our eyes through our powerful telescopes the past in our definition of time.

Our perception of reality is parochial. We understand the mystical mystery of life by pondering the environs of the fishbowl that we swim in. When I was a youngster if a person believed in UFO they were thought to either be a science fiction aficionado or a bit eskew. Today it is commonly believed that there is life ‘out there.’

War is a constant state of humanity’s desire to rule their brothers and sisters. We are a warlike people. We love fine art and literature and profess faith and love yet we support killing in the name of God. Are we an advanced species or still in the bassinet?

‘And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people, and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks, nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.’ Isaiah 2:4

So, God wants the lion to lay down with the lamb and yet he supports mass killing today in preparation for his Peaceable Kingdom?

Could it be that after death our guardian angel returns us to our earthly life and our family and admonishes us to enjoy the heaven that we have built…

‘You realize that Pounds Hollow will open on Memorial Day,’ Billy B asked the group of intrepid explorers? ‘The winter is over and past and the sound of the turtle dove is heard in our land,’ he added with scripture.

‘I have been waiting for May since Christmas,’ Chet said. ‘This year I am going to focus on my tan,’ he grinned. ‘I have been pale too long,’ said Chet.

‘Why don’t we go today there is no time like the present,’ Jane suggested. ‘We can climb through the hole in the fence and beat the spring crowd,’ she laughed.

‘May The Wiz and I accompany you,’ Daryl asked? ‘Dad has a new invention that he wants to try out on the water, he noted.

‘What is the invention and can we all take a turn at trying it, Neva J wondered aloud. ‘The Wiz has the most inventive inventions,’ she winked.

‘I will put the invention in the trunk of the 57′ Chevy convertible,’ said The Wiz. ‘Please do not drive too fast as the settings are sensitive,’ said The Wiz.

‘What do you call your invention and what does it do,’ Chet asked? ‘It looks like the ‘Wayback’ machine from the Mr. Peabody and Sherman cartoons,’ he continued.

‘Precisely my boy it is an exact replica of the ‘Wayback’ machine with one exception that it will only work underwater,’ The Wiz exulted. ‘Today we will lower it into Pounds Hollow and then climb in under the cool water and time travel,’ he informed.

‘I am a pedantic, patrician beagle and a Noble laureate,’ said Mr. Peabody. ‘Sherman and I have enjoyed many adventures in time and this will be our greatest crusade,’ he continued.

‘We travel to our former lives to see what events brought us to this place in time,’ The Wiz said. ‘Deja vu will have no mystery for us when we see who we were and why we are who we are,’ The Wiz said with some satisfaction.

‘Indeed the mysteries of the universe are great but I have never heard of such an adventure or if it is possible under the laws of quantum physics,’ Billy B said. ‘Are you saying that we have no beginning and no end,’ Billy B asked?

‘God in his infinite wisdom has not revealed the mystical mysteries of our existence and even with the ‘Wayback’ they are not revealed Aristotle…as you once were called,’ Mr. Peabody answered.

‘Welcome back Chet…or should I call you Solomon…your throne awaits and the builders have many questions regarding the Temple…’