I am customarily a one-blog-per-day writer. Today, being left to my own devices, I just keep writing. It may be somewhat dangerous leaving the Old Man alone on a lovely Saturday. Outside the Writing Porch, the landscape is Fine Art. Nature is the propellant for my engine. The Bullfrogs have not begun their serenade yet. Mylo has enjoyed the Writing Porch; now he is napping. How can we neglect such a rich gift? We set our hopes in Wall Street when they reside in our hearts. The survival of the fittest is not how God intended. He came to the weakest among us. He wants us to know we matter.

Sometimes we have to change paths. The more you want something, the farther it moves away. Most happiness is easy. It is a gift. All you have to do is plug into it. Having been a Christian for 58 years, I have garnered peace from the easy habit of following the message of love. Love is much easier than hate. Hate takes focus. Hate is work.

The road is winding. There are hills and valleys. Being old is a new chapter with surprises. When I was a boy, there was a toy periscope that enabled you to see around corners. Would be nice to have one of those now. Time travels forward, but does it also go backward?

We think inside a box. Faith leads outside the box. We can be builders of others, or we can be a wrecking crew. It takes more focus to build than to demolish. What takes a lifetime to build can be destroyed with a few smacks of the big wrecking ball.

Much frustration centers around relationships. It is easy to expect something from a relationship that another participant is unwilling or unable to provide. Then the imagination takes control. The solution is to flow with the relationship and see where it leads.

About now, Billy B, Chet, Jane, and Neva J would be swimming in Pounds Hollow Lake. Oscar Mayer Weiners straight out of the package for Chet. Languid days of reflection and joy floating on the still water. Laughing as they rode to the Hollow in Neva J’s 57 Chevy convertible. When it rained, they all had to get out of the classic car and manually put up the ragtop. None of them had money, all of them had love.

Saturday night at the movies. Often, the Starlite Drive-In this time of year. Not expecting anything yet, full of anticipation. Movies were another world. The big screen took them out of their small world of the Midwest. There were amazing places to see and be a part of. Mind expansion happened in those 1960s cars, where when the sun set, trunks popped open all over the Drive-In lot, and a free movie patron would step out.