Yesterday I had the most lovely experience of being able to get several photos and short videos of a Great White Heron flying. Although we have a Great White that visits our pond, at home, I have never been able to snap a good photo of the majestic prehistoric looking bird. However at Campus Lake yesterday I had my golden opportunity. Watching the fantastic fowl take flight made me smile.

I have been taking photos for many years in Campus Woods and Campus Lake…but I have not had the good fortune to snap as many pictures of one of my favorite birds before yesterday.

Few things make me happier in a day than something that causes me to smile. When I smile my entire day is uplifted and brightened. I saw my friend, Sarah, this morning on Campus walking her beautiful dog. The dog licked my hand and I petted her and remembered what it was like to have 1 dog and 2 dogs…and 3 dogs…and I smiled.

Laughing is just a herculean smile…that takes over your entire body… The scripture says that, ‘Laughter does good like a medicine.’ Laughing is good. medicine. It is difficult to recall what you were so worried about…when you laugh.

Do you want to know what universally makes people smile…babies…

I hope that you smiled when you read my humble blog…

SIRUS Radio is provided for 4 months for free in our new Subaru. When I purchased the 2007 Toyota Camry in August of 2010 I had a Lifetime Subscription for XM Radio which was, at that time, the rival Satellite Radio to SIRUS Satellite Radio. This wonderful subscription came with the installation of hardware to facilitate the transmission of satellite radio. When I asked the installers if lifetime meant my lifetime or the lifetime of the Camry…they remarked that it must be for the lifetime of the car. I drove the 2007 Toyota for just short of 11 years. So, MJ is reading an email that she received from Marion Toyota regarding their signing us up for our 4 months free SIURS/XM Satellite Radio and somewhat costly plans…but reduced from their regular price for the first year of the subscription. I noted that we must subscribe to the Platinum Plan as it offered a Sports Package and it included MLB…which she loves. She read on. Suddenly I heard her hooping and hollering that my Lifetime Subscription was really for my lifetime…according the the fine print from SIRIUS/XM and that there was a telephone number to call to facilitate having my lifetime subscription transferred to the Subaru Touring. This can not be done until November 20th…we have the date marked on our calendar.

Have you ever wondered how many lifetime subscriptions you have in our game of life? Christianity and my quiet faith in Christ has given me lifetime peace and happiness. I do not mean trouble free…’Troubles…boy I got them,’ but rather a settled sense of place and purpose and a comfort that is constant.

I have a lifetime subscription to the joy that MJ and Aaron and Jonathon bring me. They are the center point of my life and and I revolve around their awesome presence. I have never experienced the time that when I think of my family…I am not centered with contentment and a sense of purpose and a reason to be in the world.

People who are kind to me…purchase a lifetime subscription to my affection and admiration. Each kind word that I have received in my life…I have never forgotten. Anyone who has ever taken a genuine interest in me…has a lifetime subscription in my heart and mind and soul…

I have a passion to write and reach out to someone who is hurting or depressed or beaten back by the 100 foot waves of life. I remember what it felt like to be all alone and lonely and afraid of the requirements of what was necessary to produce what I needed to to succeed in this world. I recall how it feels to be underestimated and under appreciated in our world that is the accumulation of money and power and academic success.

I have a lifetime subscription to help somebody along the way. I want to lift the heavy burden and make the load lighter. I desire to hear the, ‘weak say that I am strong and the poor say that I am fed.’ I wonder how a poor boy like me…has been so blessed by others who cared about me…and the tender mercies of the Great Spirit…

My last two days have. been marked and made better by nice people. You may not believe it…but there are a lot of nice people in our world. Our Subaru Salesperson, Alex Carter, is a gentleman and a scholar. We purchased a Subaru Forester Limited from him in December of 2020 and enjoyed it so much that we returned yesterday to purchase a second Subaru Forester, Touring, from Alex. Of course needing 2 new vehicles is the result of trading in a 2006 Honda in December and a 2008 Toyota Camry yesterday. We drive our vehicles a long time. We now have our 5th new automobile in over 43 years of marriage. The conservative manner in which we drive and put miles on our cars over the past 10 years…may mean that the Subaru Fleet will last us forever… What sold me on Subaru is their excellent safety features and the comfort and easy access of the cabin. When we were speaking with the Credit Manager, Grant, who is another nice person…he remarked that our Camry would be a good ride for a friend of his as he noted that he was certain that we took good care of it. I thought of the little old lady who only drove her car to church on Sunday…

On our December Forrester we had been struggling to sync our garage door opener to the button for that purpose that was in the Limited. When we picked up the Touring, yesterday, Alex asked if he needed to show us how to sync the SUV to our garage door opener…and we replied…with forlorn faces…that we had attempted to sync the Limited to our garage door opener for 50 times or more without success. Alex proclaimed that he would be happy to come to our home and sync both Subarus to their respective openers. He did so today at 10:00 A:M: and now we are in garage door opening nirvana… Alex Carter is the nicest and most helpful car salesperson that I have ever dealt with.

After over 10 years I needed to return the scrapings of my Gold Southern Illinois University Parking Decal as I finally traded automobiles. Johnell Agee waited on this old retiree with such kindness and good will that I must mention her lovely customer service… here. I had received new license plate on my Forester yesterday when I traded my Camry Hybrid. I had neither memorized the new number nor written it down prior to the long walk to the Parking Division. Johnell was kind enough to give me a note with her email on it to facilitate my emailing her the new number. I felt welcome from her first friendly greeting and I was impressed with her genuine customer service skills.

People can make people feel welcome and at home and glad to be in the business or church or Academic Institution that you represent. MJ and I visited Marion Subaru in December with no preconceived expectations. Our opinion of the dealership was an open book. I was struck with how the manager spoke to us at some length and recounted some of his history. I felt relaxed and I felt that I was dealing with honest people. That is worth it’s weight in gold…

Parking Division is not a place where every customer is a happy camper. Often they have received tickets that they want to complain about or contest. I spent my career in Building Services which is the housekeeping department of the Physical Plant. We had many happy customers and our share of disgruntled ones. My management philosophy was that the, ‘The customer was aways right.’ When I was given the charge of the entire department in 1997 I determined that we were going to make our enemies our friends and our friends…love us. My colleagues performed herculean tasks to make this departmental policy a demonstrated reality. I loved to shop at Famous Barr Department Stores. Virtually all of the sales professionals in the Carbondale store called me by name and welcomed me each time I was in their establishment. I felt like that I was a part of and a member in good standing of… Famous Barr.

Now I am certain that you think that the title of this blog is a bit unusual. It is July 20th and when someone refers to the approach of the holidays it usually begins with Thanksgiving. However, you must remember this…my favorite months of the year begin with September. The former Muscular Dystrophy Telethon with Jerry Lewis was a touchstone for me and the beginning of my season. This September a holiday is planned to one of our favorite destinations, Maine. After Maine comes my birthday on October 24th. This is a major holiday in the Brook’s home…with me fully enjoying every minute…and the family going along for the rollercoaster ride… I used to have 3 birthday dinners…and sometimes 4…this year it may just be 1…but it will be a good one! Then comes Halloween. I have become a Halloween aficionado in recent years.

Aaron’s birthday is in November and will we celebrate…as it is a special birthday with a special number. As my mom often said…’We will open a keg of nails…and count out 40…

When I was a lad Thanksgiving was but a precursor to Christmas. We had neither turkey dinner…nor turkey leg…but we did have the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade…and, ‘dreams of sugarplums dancing in our heads.’ MJ will hear nothing of not observing her favorite holiday…Thanksgiving. She has hosted Thanksgiving Dinner for 30 years. When Turkey Day arrives…she is in her element!

It is Christmas in my head…year round. I love everything about it. I especially enjoy the transformation in people. There seems to be more compassion and caring for each other during this magical time of the year. There is a bit of a Christmas Spirit that rest lightly on our shoulders for this short period where it seems possible that we really all are members of the same family. Hope and faith and love for each other dances around our daily hustle and bustle…and we suddenly see the poor that are among us. For a time it is not only gratitude and thanksgiving for what we have…but it is about what can we give others. The transformation and the redemption of Scrooge and the joy in Tiny Tim’s eyes…can be seen through the darkness…

It is a magnificent Monday. I was watching my new favorite limited series on HBO, White Lotus, and took note of one of the characters joy in hearing that he did not have cancer…because he was confident that he did and was dying of the disease. This wealthy family as well as a few more are on holiday in Hawaii. The father is ecstatic with his good medical news and is filled with joy as he proclaims the life affirming news to his family. They are underwhelmed and his son and daughter seem unaware of his life threatening concern just the day before. He tells his son that he wants to spend more bonding time with him and that he has enrolled them in an 8 hour scuba class to qualify them to scuba dive in the ocean. At first the son is very much against spending 8 hours of his holiday learning to scuba dive..but he feels his dad’s sincerity and thus acquiesce to the paterfamilias request. The father recounts that he has a renewed lease on life and feels that it is possible for us to be born each day into the wonders of life. I have felt just like the dad in White Lotus. We tend to forget or shut our eyes like the member of three monkey brigade…’to see no evil.’ When in reality the gift of life is our supreme gift from the Great Spirit…and should be renewed each day.

I recently resigned from our church board. I had planned on doing a year term and ended up staying two years and four months. I am convinced that I bring very little to leadership positions and thus I hold them with a loose grasp. Barb Stewart, our churches Administrative Assistant telephoned me and asked if I could stop by the office and sign the staff evaluations that I had participated in prior to my resignation. Now…Barb has always been a beacon of light in our church. In days that I felt like no one seemed to see me or know me….Barb saw me and valued me. Her kind words today regarding my service on Session and her sadness that I had resigned…made my day and I left her feeling that perhaps I had made a little difference during my short stay.

So, tomorrow we go for the new Subaru Forester. I vividly recall when I drove a 1963 Ford Fairlane with a hole in the floor. Before… I walked everywhere that I needed to travel due to not being able to afford an automobile. Some of my friends considered me a bit of an underachiever. I am a somewhat likened to the tortoise and the hare…with me having the role of tortoise. A friend of mine at the University told me, not long before my retirement, that she had learned my modus operandi…and that being that I succeeded by being underestimated. She noted that Chancellors of Southern Illinois University @ Carbondale tended to underestimate me…and that I subsequently achieved my goals for the Civil Service Staff that I represented as the president of the Civil Service Council. I remarked that I often thought of myself as the vintage Television Detective Colombo…staring the veteran actor Peter Falk. In the Colombo television series Colombo always seemed to be a bit bumbling and disheveled and attempting to catch up to the vagaries of the case that he was investigating. I think that I feel a bit like Detective Colombo…and I hope for the positive outcomes that he was able to achieve…

The Blog had to come first this morning. As I sit on the writing porch and watch the wonderful rain fall I knew that my writing inspiration would not be greater than right now. MJ just noticed that some of our leaves are changing…already. Could that be a harbinger of an early fall? We attended a memorial service at our church yesterday. It did not occur to me until I had left that my visit was my first in nearly 17 months…and it seemed to me like yesterday. A year of normal travel and interaction and ingress and egress to our favorite social groups and houses of worship and restaurants and businesses has disappeared like magic. The effects of our on-going Pandemic are yet to be fully realized. History will record the true transitions that the 2020/2021 Pandemic has wrought. From economics to social interactions to the needed change in faith communities…we have yet to understand the tremendous change that we are in the midst of.

I was thinking of the change that is needed in churches. We who have been churched and settled in our dogma and doctrine and forms of worship…are watching our congregations become the Incredible Shrinking Church. In our determination to not respond to the needs of a lonely and hungry people who are seeking a faith that addresses the real issues that they confront on a daily basis…we loose the spiritual nomads to the many social and sport and fun enterprises that exist for the family on the christian sabbath…Sunday. The human needs are not less…they are greater. The desire to seek and find a God and a faith that understands and wants our input and our vitality and our skills to be a part of it…is inherent in the human spirit. We are members of an increasingly uncertain world…and we long for something to put our faith and trust in…to be an anchor for our soul…

Cults have stepped into the void of the christian church. Denominational churches that at one time had hundreds of members…now have under 100…and continue to shrink by the passing of their lifelong members. When asked…church leadership will say…’Don’t change a thing as this is how the parishioners that I represent want the church to function.’ ‘And the beat goes on,’…but it is the downbeat. The scripture admonishes us to not seek the living among the dead. Some of our ways for reaching out to the lonely throngs around us who have lost loved ones to our Pandemic and who wonder what is the purpose of their lives…and who can not see anyone who seems to care about them…have failed due to our failure to update the program. We have failed because of our fear of change. We have failed because we fail to let go of some of the aspects of a 1950’s church manual…and our refusal to renew our outreach to the people of a new century…we protect a dead program…as we die…

Almost every town and hamlet and village has a cult thriving in its midst. These are faux christian communities that have taken the following of Christ and replaced it with the following of a pastor or minister. These groups ‘Love Bomb’ the prospective member until, as the master fisherman would say, they have the hook firmly implanted in the new prospects jaw. Then comes the Rules of the Road for the new member. A mandatory dedication of a herculean component of their finance to the cult and an obeisance to the groups leader or leaders. These groups can be marked by the increasing financial abundance of the leaders and the penury of the followers. These fake faith communities are noted by their requirements of servitude and work for the common cause and little personal decision making or thought…which is left to the leaders of the group. Cults are thriving while christian churches are dying. Where there is a vacuum of leadership…the wolves will ascend.

This is the day…is it not? For as long as I can remember Saturday was the day that I waited for all week. The glories of Saturday were incomparable. The benefits of Saturday were too numerous to mention. There were cartoons on Saturday…all morning. There was no school…of which I did not care for much anyway. The kids, of which I felt internally that I was older than, were all available for play and adventure. Often there would be an afternoon trip to Jackie’s house for some play with action figures and the much sought after…Daniel Boone. Jackie’s mom had Kool Aide to drink and cold hot dogs to eat…accompanied by white bread.

Orpheum Theatre screened the same movie on Friday nights and again for their Saturday matinee. Many times it would be a science fiction flick or a Castle Horror movie…in the vein of Dracula or Frankenstein. I think that christianity first enthused me when the great vampire fighter, Peter Cushing, used his cross to fight the evil Dracula. The cross seemed to be very powerful to me…at that point. Sitting in the darkened theatre and watching places that I had never been and people that I had never met intrigued my imagination. John Waynes swagger and no nonsense approach to the demarcation between good and evil was impressive. He seemed to always be on the side of the right and yet was a bit of a rapscallion as he went about his business. It was later that I discovered that life’s problems and needs could not be solved in the ‘John Wayne’ mold of operation.

During our years in Elkville, Illinois and when Aaron and Jonathon were much younger…we enjoyed traveling to St. Louis, Missouri which is a 100 mile drive and the city for we residents of Little Egypt. On many occasions we would drive up on Saturday and stay overnight in order to see a Cubs Cardinals baseball game on each day. These were some fun and adventuresome weekend get-aways. MJ is a consummate Cubs fan. St. Louis Saturdays were filled with visiting the Zoo or the Art Museum or Christmas shopping or simply driving up to the city for dinner.

Freedom is the operating word for Saturday. No work or school obligations. For sometime when we resided in the Village…we drove to our little city of Carbondale to visit their outstanding mall. We would eat in one of the malls many restaurants and enjoy the laid back hustle and bustle of our college town. There was a 4 screen movie theatre in the University Mall…and in the 1970’s I was amazed at the ingenuity of placing such a marvelous entertainment venue in what seemed to me to be an enclosed town square. During my youth I had been accustomed to either individual stores along the streets of Eldorado or the shopping mall that was in Evansville, Indiana. The University Mall had a humongous Sears Department store with an escalator. Sears was the epitome of fine shopping in my world. We did not have a Sears store in Eldorado. Again, we had to drive to Evansville for the elite experience of Sears shopping. I purchased my first home computer at the Sears store in the University Mall. This was in the 1980’s. It was an IBM computer. We played the game, Oregon Trail, on it and did some word processing. It had no internet capability. It’s price tag was two thousand dollars.

For sometime we attended a church that met on Saturday night. I would have enjoyed it more if we had not also met on Sunday afternoon and again on Sunday evening. Actually the traditional habit of churches meeting on Sunday evenings was common 30 years ago. Now we parishioners are thrilled when the pews are semi full for our single service of the week on Sunday morning. I always thought that the rationale for a church meeting on Saturday night was to keep us away from the devil and the glittering baubles of sin that he juggled before us. Mom enjoyed visiting the Honky Tonk on Saturday night. She loved to dance and drink a Slo-Gin Fizz. Not long after she passed in 2013 we visited our favorite restaurant on The Hill in St. Louis…Cunetto House of Pasta…for my birthday. As we sat at the bar Jonathon asked the bartender if he knew how to make a Slo-Gin Fizz. He responded that he did and that they still had some mix that was specific to the making of the drink. He noted that they used to have one patron that ordered the obscure drink…but that they had not seen him in quite awhile. Upon him inspections he pronounced that the contents of the bottle were still good…and we toasted to Grandma Neva June…with her favorite drink…

Last evening, MJ and Jonathon and I went to dinner with our church’s Dinner Group. This was my first meeting with our Presbyterian friends since the outbreak of the Pandemic…and it was wonderful to see so many smiling faces. We have been separated for well over a year…and they were a sight for sore eyes. We sat with Sharon and Phil…and they simply are special people. They both are so friendly and warm hearted… that they remind me of what a great vocation…christianity is. Each diner looked so happy to be in the company of their faith community family. As we spoke with many in the group I was struck with the significant physical and family challenges and loss that my friends have had to deal with in the last 16 – 17 months. We were forced to live in a bubble…’but no man is an island.’ We need each other like we need oxygen and food and sunlight and rain. When we are alone we are like an isolated piece of a puzzle. When others look upon us it is a bit difficult to determine where we fit in the completed masterpiece. But, when we come together…we have a different look about us…we have a unique shine…we have a revealed purpose…

Friends stir up each others minds and enrich each others hearts. Friends like you in your good times and in your not so good times. Unconditional love is the ideal of Christ teaching. It is transformative. It projects your best image…back to you. Friends make us better…

Progress is incremental. Change is the art of the possible. Hope is doing all that you humanly can do…and faith in God’s mercy. Simply put, christianity and christian acts do not fly in the face of common sense. I was visiting with a friend the other day and he recounted the time when he was on a church board and he voted against a fiscally irresponsible act. I have been a member of a few churches during my 52 year christian journey. On more than one occasion I have been exhorted to trust God for our financial needs…while significant debt was incurred…in the name of faith. That type of courage is remarkable when you are dealing with other peoples money. I witnessed a church file for bankruptcy due to lack of funds to cover their operational needs.

We still have a pandemic crisis in our country. People are refusing to be vaccinated. There are a variety of reasons for their refusal…although all of them are potentially deadly to the obdurate non-vaccinated person. Political leaders and religious leaders, in many of our states, are advising their constituents and their’ parishioners to not get the vaccine. Perhaps they should visit the intensive care wards as the same people, who trusted them, breath their last breath…

Life is resplendent with unlimited possibilities. Our future is often as wonderful as we can visualize. However there are no shortcuts to reaching our dreams. Practical christianity builds powerful churches and solid and secure happy lives. As my old pastor often said, ‘Stay on track.’ He even had a tie tac that was fashioned like a train track.

January 6th…really did happen. The insurrectionist were not brimming over with love and good will…they were criminals. Truth is supported by verifiable facts. We can not say that the, ‘Sky is falling like Chicken Little did, without concrete evidence that is accepted by the ancient measure and ruler of…common sense. Someone said that the Biden stimulus checks were causing people to not seek employment due to making more on unemployment. This would be the case for all social programs. A small group abuse the program and a majority desperately need the assistance to put food on their table…to feed their children and to keep a roof over their heads. By the way…if unemployment pays more than working 2 or 3 jobs to make ends meet…perhaps there is something that is desperately wrong with what we pay our working class in this…the richest of all countries on the face of the earth?

Jesus said that we would always have the poor with us. I can attest to that Christ’ admonition as I began life in a solid middle class family…and then after my mom and dad divorced…slipped into the poor that are all around us. I vividly recall loving milk, especially whole milk. I did not drink water…only milk. In those early days it seemed so much better than water…or as my mother-in-law, Fernie, asked me when she developed kidney problems toward the end of her life, ‘Jay, do you remember people always talking about drinking water?’ In any event when mom and I struck out on our own…there was no money for whole milk…only powered milk that came from a box and you mixed it with water and it was horrendous… I lived on 6th street and the kids on 7th street did not wear shoes all summer. This was due to the economical fact that the shoe money was for school. Mom and I stood in what was called commodity lines where a person would throw food to we poor folks off of the back of the truck. Commodity cheese was good. I will never forget the caviler attitude of the commodity food vendors for we less fortunate. I had the impression that they felt that we were bilking or gaming the system and were somewhat lazy. My wonderful mom worked in housekeeping at a local motel as well as going to adult education classes to become a photographer. I would save my pennies until I had 10 and then go to the local restaurant on State Street to purchase a glass of whole milk. Mom required that I receive a crewcut for my haircut in order to cut down on barber visits. We had meat perhaps once per week and there was a lot of split-pea soup.

So

, I have enjoyed an increasingly stable financial lifestyle as an adult and indeed have need of nothing…for the past several years. I am able to focus on travel and hobbies and collections and enjoying my golden years. I have not forgotten what it was like to be the servant and the outcast and the marginalized. I remember what it felt like to be the only child in my first grade class who could not afford a 20 cent per day hot lunch. I know how set apart that I felt to be the only one who carried a brown bag to school…and later a Gunsmoke lunch pail. I wish that I still had the Gunsmoke lunch pail as I am certain that it would be valuable.

Sunday night I watched the first episode of the limited series, White Lotus, on HBO. It is a satire of the ‘Haves and the Have Nots.’ It is a satire of the affluent. A parody of the upper middle class and the slave like servitude of the poor and working class to facilitate their prosperous holidays and vacations. I saw myself in both the haves and those who have not. MJ and I as well as our sons, Aaron and Jonathon, have taken several cruises. I could not help but notice the herculean efforts of the ship staff to make our stay…care free. Most of the staff, who are from the Philippines and Malaysia as well as countries across the world…work 18 hour days for very little money. I remember a little elderly man who was our cabin steward during our first Alaska cruise. He transported all of our luggage for 3 people and the mound of suitcases was taller than him. Of course tips of $10 dollars a day are figured into your onboard bill…but you can remove the tips at the conclusion of the cruise. Also many, including us, leave an additional tip in an envelope for our servers and caregivers…but that does not solve their third world problems.

Jamaica was MJ and my first holiday directly after my retirement at the conclusion of 2010. We flew to Jamaica and then took a bus from the airport to a Sandals Resort…of which there are several on Jamaica, and I could not believe the abject poverty that I saw from the bus windows. There were no window glass in most of the homes and many of the adults and children were in varying stages of undress. I witnessed a hard working Jamaican working diligently on his house without any trousers on…and he seemed oblivious to the fact of his missing garment.

Sandals was an oasis in the desert. When we arrived we were greeted with a wet towel and a glass of champagne. Soon we arrived at our suites that were cool and pleasantly Caribbean. Ron had told me that Jamaicans enjoyed their alcoholic beverages…but I did not fully understand until I sat at one of the many bars and asked for a vodka tonic and watched the bartender mix the strongest vodka tonic that I had ever experienced. When I mentioned that his liberality with his alcohol pouring was much appreciated…he commented…’We are a drinking country…Mon!’

There is a scene in the first episode of White Lotus that reminded me of how I have been treated on more than one occasion. A young married woman is trying to strike up a conversation with two female college students on the beach of the resort that they all shared a flight too. The college students are aloof and non-communicative for most of her questions and have a basically, ‘Better than thou.,’ approach to the newlyweds honest approach to making friends. I was reminded of the times that I have been treated in just such a fashion. When I was a young person and I had had friends who had done well financially. Our relationship moved from equals to their not feeling the need to even respond to my greetings at the little church that we mutually attended.

It has been said that, ‘ power corrupts and that ultimate power corrupts ultimately.’ So may it be said and noted that money causes the poor to forget their past…