The cool air is refreshing. Thoughts of falling leaves are in my vision. The simple things in life are fine art. No conflict, just peace. Hope for tomorrow is in reality hope for today. As is said, today is the tomorrow that we worried about yesterday. God is in control. I often said this is a young Christian. I especially uttered those words when counseling someone who was having difficulties. As I said the words, I wondered if I really believed my own rhetoric. Now I am old and know the words are true. Experience is a wise teacher. When we are young, we know the words to the hymn, and as an old man, I know the author.

Saturdays were for doing something different than working during my youth. Living in Elkville, a road trip to the big city of Carbondale was an adventure. The Mall was Main Street under one roof. The Mall had many restaurants and a theatre. There were so many shops that you did not know which one to enter. Upscale items are out of my price range, but not my dreams. During the Christmas Season, on Saturday, the Mall was full of people, as well as all the parking lots surrounding it. Mongomery Ward had our first home computer. It was $2,000, good for word processing and playing The Oregon Trail. I knew times were changing.

The mystery of kids changing before your eyes is seen on a pleasant Saturday. It is like watching a movie on fast forward. You have to jump into the malestrom or be left behind.

Saturday is a good day to see the new Naked Gun movie. MJ and I laughed until tears coursed down our cheeks when the original Naked Gun with Leslie Nielsen came out. It premiered on December 2, 1988. I was 31 and was happy to be a member of the 30s Club. The Thirty Somethings was a television show. I had been the assistant superintendent of my department for a couple of years. Home computers were not around yet.

Regular Order is a good thing. We have become a nation of daily surprises. Tinkering with our government for fun and ‘manosphere’ praise is not healthy. Families are raised on the regular order of a settled life. Not the chaos of constant change for change’s sake.

Saturdays in Eldorado were fun. No school. Saturday matinee at the Orpheum Theatre. Frankenstein on the big screen. Popcorn and a Coke and dreams of far-off lands. Many folks in my halcyon days enjoyed Honky Tonkin on Saturday night. Then came Sunday, and no stores were open nor alcohol sold. People did not cut their grass on Sunday in honor of the Lord’s Day. But Saturday belonged to night dreams…