‘I can not wait for school to be over,’ Jane said with a gleeful smile. ‘The Halloween in May idea is exciting we will all be able to wear our masks 5 months early and how they are constructed to fit over our heads we will not know who each other is,’ she continued. ‘I wonder if we would have peace on Earth if we all first met each other with our masks on and did not judge by our differences but rather from the content of our character as Dr. King said,’ Jane offered.

‘We are a bit parochial in our initial assessment of others and often do not take the time to know the people we encounter,’ Chet said. ‘The Star Trek model of various and very different intelligent life across our galaxy is not common on Earth,’ Chet continued. ‘Babies love each other for who they are and have no prejudice until they are taught to be so,’ he said with a gleam in his eye.

‘Some of my best friends are African Americans,’ Billy B noted. ‘They treat me with love and acceptance and no judgment,’ he said. ‘Political Parties are another false construct dividing people, Billy B observed. ‘Economic status is a horrible yoke to bear with those who are richer perceived to be better than those who are poor,’ he observed with a tear in his eye.

‘Women are discounted in our society when they can do anything that men do and often better,’ Neva J announced. ‘Their pay is less than men for the same job,’ she continued. ‘Men make laws governing women when they know little about them or what they endure,’ Neva J said softly.

‘My goodness this is fun I have no idea who you are but I am mesmerized by your wisdom,’ said Jane as she listened to the masked person. ‘Are you one of my classmates,’ she asked?

‘I sit next to you each day in class sometimes you do not see me,’ He said. ‘Once you told me that I had a voice like the ocean,’ He continued. ‘Some places at school I am welcome while other places I am not,’ He continued. ‘Often I sit next to you in the pew at church we sing merrily the hymns,’ He observed.

‘Why are you not welcome everywhere in school,’ Jane asked with wonder? ‘Certainly, you must be welcome at church,’ she asked with some passion!

‘My clothing is a bit rough at times I do not eat for a day or two,’ He said. ‘Congregants fear that I might be a panhandler or a terrorist,’ He said. ‘I am sad when the church members go to fellowship and I am not invited I would only eat a little and perhaps enjoy a cup of coffee…I love a good cup of coffee,’ He said.

‘Do you have a family,’ Jane asked beseechingly?

‘I bring my kids with me to church they love the uplifting music and the gospel message about us,’ He said. ‘They especially enjoy the scripture where Jesus said that if you are kind to the little ones you are kind to him,’ He said.

‘How would we recognize you when you are beside us without your mask,’
Chet asked?

‘My skin is bronze and I have a bit of an injury in both of my hands,’ He said…

Another rainy day in Little Egypt. I like it! I was pondering that I have witnessed both types of faith in Christianity. There is the school of thought that we Christians are not of this world and thus what is going on around us is not our problem. We are either looking for Heaven as our home or for Christ to set up an Earthly Kingdom that he will rule and reign over which the wolf will lie down with the lamb and none shall hurt or destroy. I have heard ministers say that lying is alright if you are trying to perform God’s Business. This is a slippery slope as was exemplified by the Speaker of the House of Representatives and his posse standing to defend having sex with a prostitute and then paying hush money to cover the affair up to protect the Presidential candidate’s chances of winning the election. Mr. Johnson and his groupies then said by rote their disdain for the justice system and their hatred of the Judge’s daughter. Now indeed the former President is innocent until proven guilty but the automaton pronouncements of several congressmen and women as well as senators each morning to get around the judge’s gag order is an abdication of Christian principles and fidelity to the justice system under which we all abide.

Or, Christians can be so Earthly minded that they are bound to their surroundings education, and the concreteness of reality. It is difficult to factor in the guidance of the Holy Spirit which is throughout the Bible into mundane daily affairs and church life. Indeed when we pray we are talking to a being whom we do not see with our eyes.

The eroding of Christian principles and allegiance to the flag and to the republic for which it stands is dangerous. We have become a society obsessed with winning at any cost. Principles that just a short time ago we revered and ran from political candidates who did not abide by them are now thrown in the dustbin in favor of political expediency. The political Christian Soldiers marching off to war are marching in the wrong direction.

One of the first critical life skills I learned was to tell the truth. I found it was a good habit especially if I did not go down the Lying Road of Perdition. Once you start lying it is difficult to recall being consistent with the lie you told when questioned regarding the prevarication. There was a time not so long ago when the truth had value. It still does in some venues. But, in many hallowed halls of our government and among the ‘Honorable’ elected leaders it has been twisted and melted down to suit the agenda of those who are manipulating the facts.

I had a friend once who chose to lie when the truth would have been easier. It could be said that perhaps my friend was fashioning fiction stories for further publication. Have you ever been lied to and when the person is caught in the untruth they simply switch lies to facilitate the first lie’s false veracity.

None of us like being lied to. We trust our colleagues friends and neighbors until we have the lie revealed. Then trust becomes the fungible fragile victim of the expediency of the moment. A former supervisor of mine told me that the first thing that he learned when he became a manager was that he had to ‘lie his ass off’ to survive.

So, the dog really did not eat your homework? Is it right to say that all politicians lie… it is right and just and God’s will to pick the liar that he is backing?

When January 6, 2021, happened it was for the most part agreed that it was not only terrible but an insurrection. The Event had few public backers. Now many of the guilty and in prison perpetrators are called hostages… Their claim is that they were defending their President from an election that was stolen from him.

Lies can be terribly effective…

‘School is almost over or as Neva J says…’ Schools out teacher let the monkeys out,’ said Billy B. The next few days will be like the beginning of summer vacation only with the restrictions of being in school during the day,’ he continued.

‘The trip to Giant City State Park yesterday was exciting,’ Jane exclaimed! ‘I especially enjoyed eating fried chicken at the Lodge and seeing George sitting by the bar,’ Jane laughed. ‘He spoke to me and asked me what I was studying and if I had been hiking,’ she stated.

‘I told George that I was searching for a walking stick and he directed me to a new bunch that had just come in and were laying next to the checkout counter,’ Neva J said with a laugh. ‘He reminded me of my brother Gene and is a funny old guy,’ she said with a wink and a nod.

‘George helped me pick out a walking stick that was just my size, you know that they are supposed to come up to your chest,’ Daryl noted. ‘He left his chair by the bar and walked into the main lobby of the Lodge and visited with everyone that came in until I finished my chicken dinner he is a big hit with the Lodge visitors,’ he added.

‘George is a facsimile of a country gentleman,’ Chet said. ‘Not so long ago he would have been called a ‘Dummy’ like Charlie McArthy or Mortimer Snerd, Chet said. ‘He is not real…he adds color to the establishment he is for fun and a conversation starter,’ he added with a sly grin.

‘Well I don’t know about Charlie McArthy of Mortimer but George is coming for dinner tonight and we should be on our best behavior,’ Neva J admonished. ‘He said that all of his family except his sister have gone on to their reward and at times when the restaurant is closed he gets a bit lonely,’ Neva J noted.

‘George is bringing his only family member who is still living with him, he says she works at an antique store in Murphysboro,’ Chet said with a grin.

‘George’s sister works in retail while he works in Hospitality,’ Chet laughed…

It was a lovely Mother’s Day in Little Egypt. We all want our Mothers to be proud of us. We seek their approval. We desire their blessing. After all, they are the first to teach us how to negotiate the hurdles in our confusing world. We were not born with our combat boots on or our briefcase in our hands. We came here crying and using the restroom in our diaper. We might still be doing what we did in the beginning if it were not for Mom. Mom thought we were the most handsome or pretty baby that had ever been born. She knew we were possibly geniuses by the way our eyes followed her as she made our oatmeal. We did not know if it was day or night and Mom stayed up with us until we learned the secret. As the new mother on Seinfeld said to Jerry Kramer George and Elaine…’You got to see the baby!’ Now the actual sight of ‘The Baby’ brought cringes and turning away from the figure with Kramer pronouncing that ‘The Baby’ looked like Lyndon Johnson…

I often marvel at MJ’s love and concern for Aaron and Jonathon. She is a wonderful mother. MJ taught our sons at home for several years for them to have some time with me due to my working nights. I was looking at her today as we sat for lunch at Feather Hills Winery and I said to Jonathon and Aaron, ‘What a pretty lady mom is.’

When I look back on MJ and my life I know that I could not have made it without her. She has always been there for me. In my darkest days, she has been a constant light.

A Lighthouse is known for its beacon. MJ is the beacon for our Lighthouse…

MJ and I were at Mary Jane’s restaurant in Cape Girardeau, Missouri around noon and marveled at how busy they were. MJ remarked that it probably was a good day to be out of Carbondale due to it being Commencement and also the Saturday before Mother’s Day. It was not long before I noticed that many of the large groups in Mary Jane’s were a mixture of the old and the young with the young having a look of accomplishment on their bright faces and the old having the proud misty eyes of parents and grandparents at the accomplishments of their progeny. The University is across the street from the restaurant.

A young woman had a tiara pronouncing her accomplishment of graduation. I reflected on the joy of youth and all that may be coming. The easy laughter of the graduates was musical. The watchful relieved eyes of the parents said much.

When I was a graduate age I was often told to enjoy my youth as life passes rapidly. That seemed an adage of the elderly. Now I know it is true.

Life is a bit like driving to Cape Girardeau in that it seems longer to arrive at your destination than the time it takes to drive back home. I recall how many events in life seemed interminably long when I was anticipating them, but the time of them has compressed into minutes rather than years as I look back down the road.

Forward we look throughout our lives. We strive to accomplish the next task. We hope at the end of the day we can wear the tiara and the cap and gown. We will look for our parents and our grandparents too as we proudly and humbly enter the next phase of life.

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…