MJ disclosed to me when I mentioned that I could not help but notice that she was reading a lot…that she had purchased Kindle Unlimited for $9.99 per month. Just observing her captivated interest as she reads her Kindle Unlimited books on her IPad…made me want to jump into the Kindle Stream of literary joy and brain cognition. So I did. I have been about half a day trying to figure out why, since I joined the Kindle Unlimited for a 30 day free trial and subsequently began downloading free books to read…and even a free subscription to Readers Digest…which I have missed for the last 25 years, why the magical downloads were not showing up in my Kindle Applications on either my I Phone or my I Pad. I have wrestled with this conundrum for the past 4 or more hours…and finally it dawned on me that my Kindle Applications on my devices were old and under an old email and password. Problem solved and I feel like a new man!

Seventy degrees fahrenheit in our neck of the woods…and does it ever feel good after the over 100 degree heat factors that we have had for the last week or more. It is the kind of comely climate that you want to luxuriate in and not to leave. It is reminiscent of September…which begins my 4 favorite months. I would rather be a tad to cool than a degree to warm… I like to watch people. We humans enjoy seeing others of our own ilk. We are interested in what the other humans are doing. We wonder what they are eating…and if you do not think so…just open your Facebook account. We enjoy hearing stories about others…when I was younger we called this gossip. But not only gossip but just any story that we can identify with and feel akin to and understand how much more we are alike…than we are different. We love babies. We were all a baby at our beginning…we have been around babies for much of our lives…and babies say to us that we are marching on…we are not defeated…we are continuing… Laughter is good medicine. When we laugh together our souls communicate. We relate on a biological level. Laughter is a universal language that has no communication barriers.

When we see others doing something similar to what we have done…or perhaps the same activity…we feel like family…we understand them better…we can almost read their mind. Speaking of reading minds…have you ever noticed that wives and husbands often complete each other’s sentences? Our brains make connections…whether it be on a church board or an office setting. We look for shared experiences. We look for commonalities. If we find enough experiences that unite us…we tend to diminish or forget what divides us… We seek a soul touch… We are seeking someone who ‘Gets Us’…someone who know what we are thinking…sometimes before we realize it. Fellowship and community and oneness…can be achieved with ease…if we are into each other…if we care…if the journey is taken…together…

Aaron and Jonathon and Mary Jane and I were bound for ‘Mary Janes’ in Cape Girardeau, Missouri yesterday. Yes MJ likes Mary Janes… We hoped to beat the church crowd. When we arrived a little after 11:00 A:M: the hostess told us that there would be a 40 – 45 minute wait…so much for beating the crowd. Yet the atmosphere was jovial and light and we went upstairs to the lounge where we could sit for the anticipation of delectable cuisine and wonderful mixed drinks. The wait was only 15 to 20 minutes until we were seated at our table. They have an appetizer called Fried Sprouts…that is to die for… Although they are large enough for 4 people we ordered 2 servings and enjoyed them immensely. I can not recall when we all laughed so heartily and felt anymore relaxed…it was a joy and a pleasure. It was Brunch at Mary Janes…and I ordered Smoked Salmon Beignets. This fabulous meal consisted of a foundation of a potato pancake…and a large piece of smoked salmon…a fried egg…topped with hollandaise sauce.

Father’s Day gifts were just to my liking. A Kramer 12 inch tall figurine, from Jonathon. An engraved wooden pocket watch from Aaron. A knife case and new shoes from MJ…and she reminded me…a new car. I asked her what about next year….and she simply smiled….

Gifts are wonderful…I am like the little girl at the Bed and Breakfast in Maine several years ago…who upon hearing that there would be pudding with breakfast who said…’I like pudding.’ However my greatest gifts are Aaron and Jonathon and MJ. They are profound and unparalleled gifts that keep on giving and who without them…my life would be a dismal failure and a terrible loss. I have never had difficulty in feeling fulfilled or complete or wondered what i was supposed to accomplish in life…all I have to do is look at the Three Brooks Musketeers to have my clear answer.

Time intrigues me. The passing of time is a mystery and difficult to see clearly through the dark mirror that we are looking through. To realize that it is nearing the 4th of July and that the Brooks have been back from Miramar Beach, Florida for over a month and that there is less than 3 months until our Booth Bay, Maine adventure…makes me feel a bit like Rip Van Winkle who slept for 20 years after drinking liquor given him by mysterious Dutchmen. When Mr. Van Winkle woke up…he was in a very different world than he had fallen asleep in.

Last June we were in the midst of our Pandemic. Most businesses were closed or having limited service. Thousands of people a day were dying. Solitary isolation was the practice for all of us. Children had to be home schooled and millions of employees worked from home. Millions more were laid off their restaurant and bartender positions. There was no promise that there would be a vaccine in 2021….perhaps you have noticed….there is no promise of anything… As the longest running daytime Soap Opera, beginning in 1965, say, ‘Like sands through the hour glass…so are the days of our lives.’

As I have gotten older…I like older things. When I was young I considered antiques old junk. Now I consider them items to be cherished. Jonathon and I visited Electric Larry’s today and I purchased a little G.I. Joe, probably from the 1990’s. I never thought that I would consider the 1990’s…vintage.

It dawned on me, a long time ago, that whatever you want to do in this life…you should begin making plans to do it. So much of our days are taken up with planning for our future. It is painfully obvious to me when I listen to politicians and members of the upper 5% economically in our nation…that they plan on living for ever. Why else would a political leader lie and cheat and steal and turn their back on our Constitution and refuse to shake hands with a member of the Capitol Police that risked his life to save the ignorant servant of the people. Whatever happened to backing our men and women in Blue? How did we degenerate and bastardize our sworn dedication to democracy…whereupon many of our political leaders are more in tune with president Putin of Russia…than the principles that they took an oath to uphold?

So we pass by the homeless as we enter our favorite 5 star restaurant. The experience dims, momentarily, our Joie de vivre…we may talk for a few moments as to what caused the poor person by the door…to sleep rough. We wonder where the authorities are that are paid by our tax dollars to assist such an individual. The we order the most lovely of calamari and salmon and crab cakes…for our appetizers…

Coal was a mainstay in my homes while I was growing up. The very warm heat came from either a coal furnace or a fireplace or a wood stove. Although I think that we probably had a natural gas furnace in Chicago. Have you ever shook down clinkers? How about having the nightly chore of loading two or more buckets of coal with a little shovel to bring into your home each night in order to ensure that the fire burned, at least some, thru the wee hours? When we first moved to Eldorado, Illinois we lived in a vast, Gothic, house that was across the street from the High School. There was a decrepit coal furnace in the basement, if you had the courage to to go down the rickety stairs, and a massive fireplace in virtually every room. The first morning that I awoke I looked to see if there was a icicle hanging from my nose. Mom announced that dad was just starting a fire in the living room fireplace and that I might want to venture in front of the budding fire…first to warm my front…and then my back. She noted that he had thus far had no success with the coal furnace in the haunted basement.

When MJ and I first were married we concocted the brilliant idea of purchasing a wood stove to replace the bell shaped stand alone fireplace that was surrounded by two brick walls…that had been installed by the previous owner. It was in the 1970’s and with inflation and the high cost of gas for our forced air furnace…we knew that we were doing the most economic heating for our little family. Once the old was removed and the new installed…I proceeded to order a truck load of wood. I purchased a maul…and I learned how to use it…and enjoyed it…when all was going as planned. The secret to good use of a maul is the proper striking of the wood. Hit it in the wrong spot and all is lost…hit it in the sweet spot and it splits like hot butter. You could smell the fragrant aroma of wood smoke all over our neighborhood. ‘Wood warms you twice…once when you cut it…and again when you burn it.’ After the singular season of the maul and the adventure of the wood heat…we decided to purchase a new gas furnace. Now, we wood burners know that you must clean your chimney from time to time if you are going to enjoy the warmth of wood burning…creosote builds up on the walls of the chimney and ultimately will block the escape of toxic gas or carbon monoxide. I had been burning a product that was supposed to alleviate creosote build up…but I was not confident. Before we engaged the new furnace we had our installer look at the cleanliness of our flu…and found that it was totally stopped up. Family’s have died from just such a problem. I wished that I had the Chimney Sweep character in Mary Poppins that was portrayed by the brilliant, Dick Van Dyke.

You know I mentioned how cold the house was on Illinois Avenue in Eldorado…I did not mention that it was haunted. The noises and shadowy specters that I heard and saw…were a frigid and frightening change from the nice suburban home that we had in Sauk Village. Fireplaces and waking up cold and things that go bump in the night…were a new world. Everything about the big ghost house seemed cold. We all sat on the large rap-around porch and watched the Eldorado Eagles play football…and it was cold. I slept in a utility room…that was pitch dark. For a considerable time mom and dad and I lived with my aunt Wanda and uncle Bill and my cousins…Brenda and Billy. Brenda walked with me to Hillcrest School and back home at the end of the day. She was in the 8th grade and I was in the 1st.

When I was in Junior High we moved to the country. Our heat was a combination of Propane gas and a coal stove that sat next to the kitchen. We left the thermostat very low on the gas furnace that was fed by the propane tank in our back yard. Propane was expensive and it went quickly. The primary heat was the little vintage coal stove. The method of operation was to fire it up until it was full of red hot coals…and then place a box fan pointed toward the dining room…to aid in the circulation of the cherry hot heat. I read my Bible at the kitchen table…and the pages curled up due to a temperature that I am sure was in the 90’s or exceeding 100 degrees. Very comforting on very cold nights…

Winter will return…

MJ and I were getting our oil changed in our new Subaru this morning…when I said, jokingly, that we should just go ahead and purchase another Subaru…since we had a 2007 Camry. She smiled a wicked smile… I thought little more about it until the Service Manager came out and said that our Subaru Limited was done with its oil change. MJ then mentioned that the had wanted to ask, Alex who is our salesman, if he had the Subaru Touring on the lot that she had seen advertised on the Subaru web-site. I said that I would go and retrieve our SUV and she was to search for, Alex. When I walked back into the sales room…there was MJ in the Manager’s office. They were in deep discussion regarding a Subaru Touring that was being shipped from Japan…and no interest payments for 36 months. The Touring also had a significant discount as well. Now plans were to purchase another Subaru in December 2022…but we are old and our discipline has aged with us…

Our Vintage Toyota Camry is being traded in. It is a 2007…and it has been a wonderful automobile. It has 93 thousand miles on it…it was owned by a little old couple in Carbondale, Illinois. I bought it a few months prior to my retirement in 2010. I purchased it gently used. Recently we put a $335 dollar 12 volt battery in it…everything is more expensive in a Hybrid automobile.

Our first new car was an LTD 2 door sedan. MJ had an old Ford Maverick and I had a 1963 Ford Fairlane…when we Wed in 1978. The drivers side floor board in my 63′ Fairlane had holes in it and the winter wind roared in as I took MJ on our first date. I had a board propped against the back of the drivers side seat and the other end of it against the bench seat in the back. If not the front driver’s side seat would fall into the back bench seat…making it difficult to drive the vehicle. On the same date, where I cavalierly took her to the Golden Bear Pancake House in Carbondale…she offered to drive her much more environmentally pleasant Maverick…I announced that we would go in my decrepit Fairlane…as I was the man in the invitation.

Life changes things….age changes things. I have been blessed to enjoy over 10 years of retirement…so far. That fact is not lost on me. Many people are never able to retire. I have been honored to live with a precious partner who is always looking out for my welfare. My sons are extraordinary and a constant delight and inspiration. People…as a rule…are nice and kind to me. I am humbled and honored by the affection that is shown me. MJ and I began our life together without a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of… Many laughed…either to themselves or out loud and said, How could she be interested in that guy…it will never last…!’ But it has lasted for 43 + years…

Life’s Journey is a long and extremely winding road. The saddest times can turn into joy. The darkest of times have peace…hidden in them. It has been said that time heals all wounds…it really does… ‘Good things come to those who wait.’ ‘Hindsight is 20/20.’ I wrote, recently, of the chapters of life. Indeed…life has hidden narratives that we do not comprehend or understand…until we live their rich tapestry…

My dear friends, the Cheeks, are on holiday and their photos illustrate how much fun that they are having. They are going to the exact same places that we Brooks went to a llttle over a month ago. I am enjoying a second vacation…vicariously! As I peered at the pictures of the Silver Sands Premium Outlets…I shut my eyes and I was there again enjoying the wonderful weather and the great food and the peaceful atmosphere. Several years ago I adopted the European word for our term vacation…holiday. I love holidays… We are still anticipating Maine in September…and MJ and I both purchased luggage at the Tumi store that is in Elizabeth’s photos…for our next adventure. I literally could sit and stare at the ocean for hours on end. I can not think of anything that brings me more peace of mind and contentment and a sense of the Great Spirit.

Everywhere that I look…people are congregating and fellowshipping and enjoy their long lost friends and relatives…and fellow travelers on our mutual road of life! We have been hidden away from the Pandemic. It has been a life changing experience like none of us have known. Loved ones were lost to the deadly Virus. Our church will re-open on the 4th of July…after 16 months of being closed. We have witnessed the evil that lurks in the darkness and we rejoice that we have emerged into the light. The life lesson has been learned through tears and loneliness and fear…nothing should be taken for granted…nothing is guaranteed…nothing is forever…

Sorrow stalks us. Tears come too easily and too frequently. Loneliness is our steady companion. Health fails us. Friends move on. Loved ones die. Reversals of fortune…are common. So live… Damn It! Take the cup of life and drain it to its dregs… Enjoy the gift that you have been given…do not let fear or doubt or worry….be your commander!

Europe was so different than anything that I had ever done in my life. I had considered my goal of traveling as much as I could afford for my boys and MJ as a mission accomplished…during my working years. Upon my retirement, which I had never done before, I wanted to do something totally different. A Mediterranean Cruise was what I settled on as a door opening experience for my 53 year old personage. I had been told by a staff person in one of the shops aboard a cruise liner that we had taken a few years prior to my retirement that The Mediterranean Cruise was the premier cruise that a person could take. MJ and I planned for the great and life changing event. I took a significant portion of my sick and vacation accrued time that I had accumulated at the date of my retirement to pay for the event. One of our most anticipated meetings was with our dear friend, Margo, at our stop in Nice, France…for a luncheon date. I was like the kitten that said that he had not understood the world until his eyes were opened! Since that time in 2011 until now we have visited Europe and the United Kingdom 4 times and are planning a trip to Edinburgh, Scotland in 2022.

Do not wait for the right time to travel…now is the time!

Hot again in my neck of the woods. Temperatures in the 90’s and heat factors of 100 or more. Although it is a bit uncomfortable…but not unexpected. Summer comes every year at this time…and it is hot in Southern Illinois. The chapters of life, although we observe them in others…we do not live them but once…in this life. Also, we all relate uniquely to our interactions with our new chapters. As a young man I wanted to be a minister. My experience with Christ and the Christian faith had been the most exciting and energizing and inspirational encounter that I had ever experienced. During those early days of my faith I perceived that being a minister was the ideal way to help people. I did not know how…but I knew that I wanted to help others.

For most of my career at Southern Illinois University @ Carbondale I was either in supervision or management/administration. I was honored and humbled by the numerous occasions afforded me to assist and help others. There are so many lonely and hurting people in the world. You may not realize it…but you are surrounded by them. The key to happiness…is helping others.

Life does not come with an Operations Manual. Problems and needs…and wants present themselves with an immediacy that is compelling and intoxicating. So often decisions that are made for short term gain…have long term consequences. Life’s chapters are best lived slowly and reflectively. As the old saying goes, ‘Anything worth doing…is worth doing well.’ What seems like a devastating loss today, or a missed opportunity that has irrevocable repercussions….you may have forgotten at this time next year.

We are accustomed to the rapid fire resolutions of our television programs. Everything gets resolved in either 30 or 60 minutes…with rapid scene changes. Real life does not work in such a Tommy Gun fashion…and the scene does not change…often. At times we imagine that our friends or colleagues are indulging in hidden agendas in regards to our work product or friendship or well- being…when in reality we have not crossed, their, busy, minds. Worry and supposition and half-truths mask our vision of seeing our future with a clear eyed understanding of where we have been and where we are going.

Our goals change as we move into the next chapters of our lives. Where once we worked 10 – 12 hours per day…and still did not feel that we had accomplished enough. Now we write and read and reflect and give the proper homage to…thinking. Rationale thinking that creates clear understanding…takes time…

Sunday has its own feel. It is a free and easy day filled with wonder and amusement and the seeking of hidden spiritual truths. I have been perusing potential Father’s Day gifts. A very enjoyable pass time. I love watches and knifes and I collect both. I bought for myself a wooden watch. It was $49.95 on Father’s Day Sale…for 12 more hours. I checked after 12 hours and my watch had been placed on sale again…for an additional 12 hours. Campus was a solitary experience this morning. The squirrels and I had an enjoyable visit. I have reflected recently regarding what Sunday meant to me when I was young and with two small boys and working 60 – 80 hours per week. First I was exhausted and MJ and Aaron and Jonathon were looking for some quality time with Dad. I was looking for sleep. In any case we were dedicated to church in the morning…unless we were running late…and then it was a Cracker Barrel Breakfast. If it was not a Cracker Barrel Breakfast…there was a Godfather’s Pizza Lunch. Often we visited the Carbondale University Mall…which was humming with activity. There were Swim Sundays at Cedar Lake and trips to Grandma and Grandpa in Eldorado…where the dinner would either be Dad’s Restaurant or Nemo’s Pizza. Grandpa Earl loved Nemo’s Pizza and he was a personal friend of Nemo, who was the owner. Grandpa told us story after story about Nemo, who he swore was from Poland, and his lively discussions with him. We had introduced Grandma Neva June to Franzia boxed wine. This was in the early 1990’s and MJ and I had seen on the CBS program, 60 Minutes, that the French consumed heavy food laden with cream sauces and yet were not troubled with cholesterol and the attribution to their health was red wine. We considered that if it was good enough for the French…it was good enough for the Brooks… So, Grandma followed us in our dedication to Franzia boxed red wine. She kept it on store for us…when we made our weekly visit. Neva June would happily announce to us that she had not touched the wine box since our last visit. She then proceeded to pour MJ and I a 12 ounce tumbler of fine Franzia red wine. I then removed myself to Earl’s easy chair and consumed the glass like a glass of water or milk. I was amazed at how I did not feel any ill effects from what was a significant amount of red wine. I felt so relaxed and at ease with myself and the world around me…that I thought…one more 12 ounce tumbler was just what the doctor ordered… Upon drinking the second tumbler of Franzia…I fell asleep. Suddenly I heard Earl announce that the Nemo’s Pizza had arrived. I began to stir…and I felt a bit out of body and slightly ill. I discovered that I was unable to consume any Nemo’s Pizza. I required significant sleep before returning to Elkville.

Many years ago I attended a non-denominational church in Elkville, Illinois that had an afternoon service and a night church service. In between the two service it was potluck dinner at the church. There were some fascinating delicacies at the church dinner that was eaten at some fold out tables and primarily in the pews. Old natives of Southern Illinois and one young person, me, enjoyed fried chicken and biscuits and gravy and apple pie and cherry cobbler…that was cooked in lard. I always felt full and content and a…little ill…after the repast. Sister Minnie Mae Hill was the Lord of the Feast…and her word was law. After attending a 2 to 3 hour afternoon service and a heavy dinner…it was difficult to remain awake for the Sunday Night Worship Service. Many songs were sung and numerous chorus were repeated. We departed that if not for our holiness…certainly for our fortitude…we were saved from the wrath to come.

Sunday is a day of peace. It is a day of reconciliation and repentance for wrong done against our brothers and sisters of our human family. Sunday is a day of joining hands and appreciating each other…as we walking back, together, to Jerusalem.

I have watched the HBO special David Byrne’s American Utopia several times. The most recent was this week. It is an inspirational Broadway performance. The first time that I viewed it I thought that I got it…for the most part…but I realized this week that I had only scratched the surface of a moving and heartfelt homage to humanity. Have you ever seen a performance that afterwards you realize that perhaps you have lived your life and…just not gotten the point…

Why are we here? Are we really here to compete in the race for who can accumulate the most money and power. Is life a point system? Is God siting on his throne watching to ascertain who among us is the best at the game of Capitalism? By the way…does God require a throne…to sit upon…or is that our construct of the creator of the…Game of Life?

Capturing inspiration…is inspirational… It is a bit like capturing sunlight and moonbeams and ecstasy of purpose and wisdom…in a bottle. Before you can screw on the lid…they have escaped once again…through the opening. Water is cool and refreshing and life giving…and it slips through our fingers… I have been inspired by many things in my life…and it is always magical. When I encounter the allusive wisdom…I know it…I feel it…and yet it is difficult to replicate.

Sadness surrounds us wearing it’s cloak of suffering and sorrow… We peer into each other’s tired eyes…and then comes the morning…