The fat clouds look like pillows. They languidly float by. Friday in the summer is a special treat. The tree limbs dance in the warm breeze. Brooks Pond is like a mirror. A turtle slowly makes its way from the pond to the house. He is on a mission from God. Mo is in the house with matching cleaning tools that are bright pink. They lift your spirits.

Negotiating life is a daily affair. Whatever bad you are experiencing will soon be in your rearview mirror. Good things are in store for you. Good is the nature of God’s Plan. Bad is an anomaly. It is good to be a Good Finder. Many years ago, Mom and Dad divorced, and I was a bitter kid. I soon discovered that there was so much good in my world that all I needed to do was to find it. Soon, I was an encouragement to others and to myself. Neva J was in the doldrums due to Dad leaving, and I discovered that my Good Finder attitude helped her outlook as well. Throughout life, I have always been able to find the good that many claim is as elusive as the Scarlet Pimpernel.

Contrary to popular belief, everyone is not out to get us. We are people of goodwill. We seek peace and tranquility. Arguments cause anxiety. Strife causes stress and a bad stomach. Tums are only a temporary fix. Love covers a multitude of sins. Understanding we seek. Someone to listen. I watch the little children with cancer at St. Jude’s Hospital and cry when I see their positive attitudes. They know what Jimmy Stewart learned in Bedford Falls…It is A Wonderful Life.

The temperature is rising. The grills are cooking. Short sleeves are in vogue. School is out. Kids are fishing and swimming with classrooms a dim memory. Memorial Day has passed, and July 4th is just over a month away. Does anyone remember New Year’s Day? So it goes with the chapters of our year and our lives.

The Old Man walks in his woods. It looks different to him each day. Deer peek out from their grazing. A good-natured man changes his flat tire. He had a massive red toolbox. He told the Old Man that he was not yet ready to drive a computer. It has been a long time since the Old Man changed a tire.

We look to chaos to solve logical problems. Disruption will make our paths straight. Confusion is the new wisdom. Hurting those who are unlike us is the answer to the Christian riddle. God is creating strong men who love only themselves. The immigrant and the refugee are a nuisance and a bother. They must be the answer to our problems. It could not be our own selfishness and narcissism. A few people control most of the wealth. It is a great capitalist miracle. The next ultra-rich person could be you. How is that working out for you?

‘Sit with me for a while by the creek in the woods,’ Chet said. ‘The sound of the rushing water soothes my spirit,’ Chet continued. ‘There is a rhythm to the world,’ Chet explained. ‘God created us all and loves us all,’ Chet mused. ‘The peace of nature and natural order of its movements is proof of his love for his creation,’ Chet postulated. ‘We humans are in a constant fight with each other,’ Chet offered. ‘We play a zero-sum game of I win and you lose,’ Chet said. ‘Instead of survival of the fittest, why can it not be we are all in the same boat in a stormy sea and we owe each other a terrible loyalty,’ Chet asked. ‘Thought is important and reflection on life is paramount to our understanding of our role in it,’ Chet whispered.

‘I am weary of the fighting and pain,’ Neva J said. ‘We leave one room of suffering only to go into another of our own making,’ Neva J offered. ‘A glass of Merlot and some grilled hamburgers and hot dogs… except for Chet, who likes his raw…is the order of a summer day,’ Neva J smiled. ‘The deer and squirrels are watching us as our children and grandchildren,’ Neva J explained. ‘Soon and very soon we will be done in this life, and what will we have to show for it?’ Neva J mused. ‘Will it be said that we divided brother against brother and mother against son…or shall we be remembered as bringing people together on our path?’ Neva J wondered.

The peel of the siren was unmistakably present, and the meat on the summer grills burned from neglect. Pounds Hollow was full of end-of-May swimmers, and inner tubes were everywhere. Cyclist gingerly rode their bicycles in the Woods. Happy joggers relished the burn and euphoria of running. Wrigley Field was packed, and the Cubs were having a wonderful season. The crack of the bat signaled a home run. The fish were biting, and the lures were working better than expected. Nothing could spoil such a summer’s day.

‘Are these the codes?’ the Executive asked as he opened the satchel. ‘Now we will prove who the winners are,’ the Executive said…

‘For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people,’ Chet said. ‘The Book is full of dark days,’ Chet noted. ‘I have been in darkness that you could not see your hand in front of your face,’ Chet laughed. ‘Have you ever seen such thick darkness that it swallowed light?’ Chet asked. ‘I was in a cave one time that if I had not had a rope tied around my waist, I would have never found my way out of the blackness,’ Chet observed. ‘It was creepy and I still do not enjoy thinking about it,’ Chet offered.

‘Night has a different feel to it,’ Billy B said. ‘Life is one way in the morning and it is different at night,’ Billy B explained. ‘Many people function better at night,’ Billy B continued. ‘Without the prism of the sun, the world is monochrome,’ Billy B noted. ‘Life is Noir at night,’ Billy B smiled. ‘Night is for back room deals and secrets,’ Billy B whispered. ‘It is less crowded, but those whom you do encounter are enveloped in shadows,’ Billy B said.

‘I like to visit Cigar Bars at night,’ Jane said. ‘The shadows in the room remind me of people who have gone,’ Jane observed. ‘There is time to plan and consider at night,’ Jane said. ‘There is less worry and hurry at night while the lights are low and remembering is at its zenith,’ Jane observed. ‘Do you remember talking with the well-dressed man who said he knew JFK in the Cigar Bar?’ Jane asked. ‘He could have been his twin brother, and he knew things that only President Kennedy would have known,’ Jane softly said.

‘He spoke of coming calamities and global destruction,’ Chet recalled. ‘JFK noted that his greatest fear was nuclear annihilation,’ Chet said. ‘JFK noted that we came closer than anyone knew to nuclear war with the Soviet Union during the Cuban Missile Crisis,’ Chet remembered. ‘JFK said something chilling that night in the Cigar Bar,’ Chet recalled. ‘JFK said that the lust for power would destroy life as we know it when men and women loved power and money more than truth,’ Chet quietly said.

‘It is almost dark at noon,’ Chet said. ‘The chickens have gone to bed,’ Chet mentioned. ‘There are no visible clouds in the sky, yet I cannot see the sun,’ Chet mused. ‘I read about a day like this in a book some years ago,’ Chet said. ‘The street lights have come on and the frogs sing out their song in resonant bass,’ Chet observed. ‘The breeze is cool like night and the birds have ceased to sing,’ Chet said quizzically. ‘It is as if a heavy curtain has fallen over town,’ Chet shuddered.

‘I watched as he opened the sixth seal. There was a great earthquake. The sun turned black like sackcloth made of goat hair, the whole moon turned blood red.’ NIV

‘I think we must hide from the coming calamity,’ Neva J said. ‘We often hid in the woods when I was a girl as evil pursued us,’ Neva J assured. ‘The Preacher is in the woods and he will help us,’ Neva J said. ‘Business have shuttered their doors and boarded up their windows,’ Neva J informed. ‘They are in the know as to what chaos is coming,’ Neva J calmly said. ‘We have felt it for some time and know it in our bones,’ Neva J assured. ‘We knew life could not continue as it was,’ Neva J said. ‘Sirens are peeling as if a tornado is coming,’ Neva J proclaimed. ‘We must go now,’ Neva J ordered!

‘All is well and as it should be,’ the Leader said. ‘Things will get darker just before the dawn,’ the Leader continued. ‘What is wrong with a little darkness…it is better for romance,’ the Leader grinned like a wolf. ‘The Sun is overrated and has been failing for a long time,’ the Leader announced. ‘I have a plan where we will no longer need the overrated sun,’ the Leader said as he danced on one foot and then the other. ‘Mystics and soothsayers have met with me to learn of my plan,’ the Leader laughed. ‘You will have to pay for my plan and it is not cheap…but then again, those who do not have the money to pay are not worth worrying about,’ the Leader said with a wink. ‘God has shown who he approves of by the Gold Standard,’ the Leader said. ‘I will be away for a while,’ the Leader said as he grabbed his suitcase. ‘I am heard south where there still is sun for a short time longer…do not do as I do…do as I say,’ the Leader said.

Welcome, children, I have been waiting for you,’ the Preacher said. ‘Sit with me beside the warm fire until the shadow passes over,’ the Preacher said. ‘The Shadow Of Death is a bit frightening, but he will do us no harm,’ the Preacher told with assurance. ‘Shadow is my friend and will bring the light back once again,’ the Preacher said. ‘Shadow is part of God’s plan for us…he is a sign of God in the sky for us to take courage in,’ the Preacher promised. ‘Shadow is the forerunner of the sunlit morning and the Peaceable Kingdom,’ the Preacher said.

Freedom is not free. So it goes as the fallen soldiers cry out from the sacred ground. Young…really, kids fought for the country. They had dreams and plans, and goals. The military was supposed to be a national service, and after a long life. It turned out to be the end of life for many.

MJ’s dad and uncle, and my dad served in World War II. They all returned home…changed. Vietnam was my War as a youngster. My cousin served, and many whom I knew were drafted. Yes, in those halcyon years, the choice to fight was not yours but the government’s. The rich and powerful found ways around the requirement, so the War was fought with working-class kids. Fifty thousand soldiers died. There was no welcome home parade nor a brass band when the living returned home. Cat calls and hate greeted the scarred soldiers from their countrymen.

Soldiers return in mass with PTSD and missing limbs from our modern Wars. Afghanistan was the longest War in our history. Our precious kids trusted their political leaders and served courageously. They deserve our respect and reverence.

Many sit in comfort and safety due to the sacrifice of kids who had not started their families or their lives. Who could the fallen have become if it had not been for War? What gifts they could have given us! They gave the ultimate gift…their lives…

Another cool day for Memorial Day Sunday. Rain and cool temperatures are my thing. When you reach the magical golden years, grocery shopping is an adventure. Having lost the tedium of work, you now have fun at the store in the salad aisle. There is also the enjoyment of good seltzer water. It is medicinal. Old men in stores have smiles on their faces as they contemplate their hobbies and remember their worries. It is the days of wine and roses, but your stomach will not allow too much wine and roses do die quickly.

We are excited about Jennifer Annelise and Lee coming for the Memorial Day Cook Off. Aaron is our Grill Master. It is the kick-off to the summer season. Summer is a time to get out of doors and become one with nature. Although I do this year-round. I love being outside in the woods. During my daily walks, I reflect on what a wonderful world, as Louie Armstrong sang about. If it ever dawns on us that we are all temporaries on this beautiful orb and every man and woman is part of our family, we would have the peaceable kingdom we all seek.

As age attempts to grasp my hand and lead me down the old folks path I resist. Life is to exciting to give into aches and pains. There is so much exploring to do and thinking deep thoughts like Jack Handy. Movement is essential to happiness when possible. Movement engenders engaging thoughts and uplifting of spirit. Happiness and hope come from within. We fashion our world to a great extent. Living for the happiness of others is a great calling.

The great secret of this life is to lift up others. What seems to be a simple smile or a kind word may change someone’s life. God puts us together as we are needed. God is most readily found in the eyes of a fellow human being. It is terribly easy to become a curmudgeon and be bitter rather than better. The life of complaint and what-ifs has a wide door. There is a smaller, nondescript wooden door in the back of the room that many enter while their fellows flock to the wide door of regrets. The smaller door leads to happiness and accomplishment. It is not important how many times you have fallen… You must get up and dust yourself off each time. The race is not for the swift or strong, but the persistent…persistence is the key…

It is Memorial Day weekend. It looked far away in January. Where did the winter go? I have never been a summer aficionado, but time has taught me to enjoy all seasons. Air conditioning helps my enjoyment. I did love swimming as a lad. Pounds Hollow was my second home. Neva J loved it too, so we went two or three times a week. The lake gave me countless hours of peace and reflection.

‘I am excited about our first trip to the Hollow,’ Jane exclaimed! ‘School is out and the teacher let the monkeys out,’ Jane laughed. ‘This summer I am going to focus on my tan…I have Coppertone in tow,’ Jane informed. ‘I have such a light complexion I burn first before the tan commences,’ Jane observed. ‘This year I am going to swim out to the far side of the lake beyond the rope of safety and search for the sea creature that Chet and Billy B speak of,’ Jane winked. ‘Chet has his marvelous mask of The Creature From the Black Lagoon, and I want to see if the Pounds Hollow bottom dweller has a similar appearance,’ Jane informed.

‘Well, he is there, and Billy B and I met him last summer,’ Chet assured. ‘He thought I was his brother,’ Chet laughed. ‘Today I am taking him some Oscar Mayer Wieners that I know he has a weakness for,’ Chet said. ‘Hollow Creature loves to sing the song, ‘I wish I were an Oscar Mayer Wiener…that is all I truly want to be…if I were an Oscar Mayer Wiener…everyone would be in love with me.’ Chet danced on one foot and then the other.

‘Has the Hollow Creature always been in Pounds Hollow?’ Billy B asked. ‘I have been hearing about him for many years,’ Billy B noted. ‘Remember when he took us to his underwater home and gave us nachos to eat,’ Billy B asked. ‘HC is a stand-up guy,’ Billy B proclaimed. ‘He told me last year that this year would be dangerous and 1963 would be remembered for the rest of our lives,’ Billy B somberly said. ‘He said we would lose our leader and unrest would come from the loss,’ Billy B reflected.

‘Welcome, friends, I have been waiting for you…it was a cold winter,’ Hollow Creature said with a wide smile. ‘The lake froze over and I was trapped for a long period, but now I am free as a bird on the wing,’ HC said. ‘Thank you, Chet, for the lovely Oscar Mayer Wieners, they are delicious and I will save some for later, or as you humans say, I will need a doggy bag,’ HC said with a grin. ‘1963 will bring change that will reverberate through the rest of your lives,’ HC said with assurance. ‘You will look back on this year as the pivotal year of your childhoods and your lives,’ HC said. ‘This is the beginning of the revealing of the Secret,’ HC said with solemnity.

‘There will be wars and rumors of wars, but the end is not yet,’ Chet said. ‘We are old souls in young bodies,’ Chet observed. ‘What will the world be in 50 years after our 1975 graduation?’ Chet asked.

It has been a cool day. Pleasant for Memorial Day Weekend. Rain is on the way. I was with the trees on the Woods Walk today, but missed the rocks. The rocks have an ancient drawing power. At least for this old man. It took them a long time to form. They did not come into their fullness for many moons. The rocks are a bit like we humans; our development is slow. After nearly 68 years, I could have progressed a little faster. But then again, perhaps not.

We can follow the same myth for most of our lives and never know it for its true face. Doing the same thing and expecting different results is a form of insanity. We are all somewhat insane.

We enjoy speaking of change. It is a noble word. It is good for you, and I do not need any, thank you very much. We want to go home, but cannot find the right road. We embrace wrong ideas as life lessons and thus continue to be challenged in our quest. Education is a good thing. It gives a sense of place and perspective. To have disdain for learning is to have disdain for life.

The right path feels right. Our feet have been there before. Our shoes are comfortable. The walk is easy, and spirits are high. It is the path where the birds sing in the morning and the frogs croak a merry tune at night. The fox and deer join us in the journey, and they smile broadly as we travel together.

Deceivers pop out of the woods’ foliage along the path back home. They promise us an easier way to happiness and peace. Try my new shoes on your tired feet and you will feel refreshed, and the path will feel like the clouds the deceivers promise. My gold shoes will take you to riches and power like you have never seen the deceivers say. There is a more exciting way to travel back home, they said.

‘It is a bit dark on the path,’ Chet said. ‘I hope we do not get lost before sunset,’ Chet observed. ‘There is quite a party over the hill,’ Chet said. ‘When I walked over there, the folks were dancing manically and bumping into each other with all manner of drinks and drugs and distractions,’ Chet noted. ‘They invited me to join them and try on a pair of their new gold shoes, which they claimed took all of their care away and made the life bumps seem nonexistent,’ Chet said with passion. ‘I asked them if there was a lie laced into the fabric of the shoes,’ Chet noted.

We seek excitement and adventure. We seem to be hard-wired for it. Climbing mountains and whitewater rafting are fun. I have never engaged in either. Hunting is a popular sport. Again, I have never hunted. Skiing appears exhilarating. I have never skied. I had a pair of skates when I was young, but I fell down a lot. We kids played compulsory Steal the Bacon. I never captured the Bacon. I do enjoy eating Bacon. I do not think that counts.

Adrenaline is addictive. I have felt the rush. Faith in Christ gave me an adrenaline rush that has never left me. I am happy when I see the poor comforted and the hungry fed. Those of us who have experienced irregular days know the joy of the regular ones. The majority of life is regular days. It is easy to allow them to pass unnoticed. Those days when nothing changes and nothing is worse for wear. The days when our sense of place is foundational and our peace is quiet and real. A good routine is our place in the plan. Laughter comes from the bottom of our hearts, and hope is a wellspring.

Life passes rapidly when we ignore the regular days. Most days are unchanging as we wait for the next holiday or special event. Too much emphasis on the Big Day leaves us languishing beside the ocean of our days, waiting for the magic moment. We become old and recall only a few days of our special lives.

‘Life is a grand gift,’ Chet proclaimed. ‘Each day I look for the Secret,’ Chet continued. ‘I enjoy an Oscar Mayer Weiner uncooked with a little relish and mustard,’ Chet smiled. ‘The mystery of time and our place in it intrigues me,’ Chet said. ‘Life is a bit like a television show has a new episode each week,’ Chet observed. ‘Each day is another page of our story,’ He winked. ‘Some days are for building the theme and the progression of the plot,’ Chet noted. ‘Many of those days are for fishing,’ Chet laughed.

‘I enjoy the regular days as I have experienced many irregular ones,’ Neva J commented. ‘Regular days highlight the blessing of life,’ Neva J offered. ‘I experienced divorce that devastated me,’ Neva J said softly. ‘If I had not been so focused on every day being a red letter day, I would probably not have been divorced,’ Neva J said. ‘Now I understand that each day is a vital square of the Quilt Of Our Lives,’ Neva J said with conviction. ‘When I lay my head down to rest on my Beauty Rest Pillow, I know that I am God’s child and a part of his plan,’ Neva J smiled.

‘Don’t you crave more?’ Voice In The Ear asked? ‘Others are having more fun and much more excitement than you,’ VITE assured. ‘Do not listen to the meek and mild but rather to the risk takers and movers and shakers,’ Voice said with a sly grin. ‘Be unhappy if you are not drinking the nectar from the fruit of your life and letting the juice run down your chin,’ Voice said. ‘I am a Life Coach to many and I have many fans,’ the Voice said. ‘Constant movement and engagement in adrenaline activities is the goal for life,’ the Voice whispered. ‘Watch your leaders and their constant quest to make America great again,’ Voice assured. ‘You can be part of that if you will just take my advice and forsake your boring life,’ the Voice noted with a smile. ‘I have led great leaders such as Hitler and Mussolini, Pontius was my mentee…I almost had Jesus, but he chose to go another way,’ the Voice assured. ‘Constant activity and the pursuit of money is the goal of life, including Christian life, and the poor and hungry have little to do with the journey,’ Voice said with wide eyes of fire.

Stormy weather has come to stay. We folks in Little Egypt are in danger most of the time. When I was young, my elders called our geographical location Tornado Alley. I felt like one of the pins. I am about storms as Jerry Seinfeld described P.E. in high school. He mentioned the normalcy of classes such as English and Mathematics, and then the ‘Other World’ of P.E., you returned to Social Studies and Science. Such are storms for me. Life is full of plans, schemes, and dreams until devastation comes from the sky.

Life and death go hand in hand. Both talk like old friends, knowing each other well.

‘How about a latte?’ Death asks. ‘I tell you Common Grounds has the best pour over coffee I have drank, it is rich and complex…kind of like your Life,’ Death said with his wide smile. ‘I have observed that you have many friends,’ Death said. ‘I did have a lot of friends, but you know that…from before,’ Death commented. ‘Yes, my vocation was more to my liking; however, my current job has benefits,’ Death said. ‘Kids liked me in those days and their parents greeted me warmly,’ Mr. Death said. ‘I brought joyous events and happy times,’ Mr. Death reminisced. ‘I received a lot of Christmas presents and I wintered in Florida,’ Mr. Death smiled to himself. ‘I loved walking the beach and watching the Ocean,’ MD remembered. ‘People asked for my autograph and to take selfies with me,’ MD laughed. ‘Now they grimace when they see the images,’ MD noted.

‘You did important work…I should know,’ Larry Life said. ‘I hear every day of your good nature and how you were there when someone needed you,’ Larry Life continued. ‘I have a T-shirt with your picture on it and I wear it all the time,’ LL said with a wink. ‘You know my job now is subject to much goodwill as people understand me, and you are a mystery,’ LL observed. ‘Too much science fiction and ghost stories rather than the truth,’ LL assured. ‘Mr. Death, you are the most profound of mysteries, while I am what is expected, even if I am basically unknown,’ LL laughed. ‘I have a choice seat in the front at bar mitzvahs and christenings,’ LL grinned. ‘Sometimes my opinions on kids’ names are asked,’ LL said. ‘This pour-over coffee is the best I have had,’ LL proclaimed. ‘We must do this weekly,’ LL said to Mr. Death. ‘It will be good for both of us,’ LL guffawed.

‘Did you bring the matches?’ Mr. Death asked. ‘It is time for the new performance,’ Mr. Death said.

Both Mr. Death and Larry Life lit a kitchen match and displayed it for the other to see with gleams of delight in their eyes. Mr. Death’s match burned out first, and thus for the next theatrical performance, he would be Larry Life and Larry would play the role of Mr. Death…