Talkin’ ‘bout rednecks, Time By Committee, November Snow, Penn State & Sadness, Doing What’s Right, Humpty Dumpty & The Horses, Welcome To Thanksgiving Dinner.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing,

I’m sure ya think you’ve heard all heard the “redneck jokes” in the world, and some of you may very well believe they apply to me, maybe they do, at least some of ‘em. But I’ve got a bit of a different take on those kinda jokes ‘bout hillbillies like me. It seems to me, as a “redneck” there are some other qualities that have not been fully exposed in this redneck joke business. It’s with that thought in mind that I propose you consider the following and reach your own conclusions as to where you actually fit in this business of identifying the rednecks in our society.

You might be a redneck if: It never occurred to you to be offended by the phrase, ‘One nation, under God..

You might be a redneck if: You’ve never protested about seeing the 10 Commandments posted in public places.

You might be a redneck if: You still say Merry Christmas’ instead of Winter Festival.

You might be a redneck if: You bow your head when someone prays.

You might be a redneck if: You stand and place your hand over your heart when they play the National Anthem

You might be a redneck if: You treat our armed forces veterans with great respect, and always have, and always will.

You might be a redneck if: You’ve never burned an American flag, nor intend to, ever.

You might be a redneck if: You know what you believe in and you aren’t afraid to say so, no matter who’s listening.

You might be a redneck if: You think the best part of freedom is not having to worry about it, while at the same time you always remember those who keep you free.

You might be a redneck if: You know that you will “do the right thing” when it must be done.

You might be a redneck if: You would help a complete stranger in their time of need.

You might be a redneck if: You respect your elders and raised your kids to do the same.

You might be a redneck if: You’d give your last dollar to your best friend in need.

You might be a redneck if: You still say please and thank you to everyone when you need to say so.

As you may well guess, not everybody in the world’s a redneck, but it’s surprising when you apply my criteria, how many of us are. Are you a redneck? Just a little bit? Do ya ever say thank you? You redneck, you!

We went back to “slow time” a couple weeks ago. I hate it! It’s 5:00 O’clock in the afternoon and it’s dark, 6:00 O’clock in the morning and it’s daylight. Slow time sucks, it just does, always has, always will. When I was a kid in downtown Toto, the time line for central standard time / eastern standard time was the eastern sate line of Indiana, over there by Ohio. And then the politicians got involved in setting our clocks, and we all know what that means. Chaos with a capital K. Have ya ever seen good public decisions made by committees? Few and far between.

Every year the very first snow is special. Many times it occurs at night and ya wake up one morning and the world’s white. That’s kinda neat, but this year I got to watch the very first flakes as they descended upon the EastWing.

It was not a blizzard, mind you, just little snowflakes falling from an overcast sky and the wind blowing out of the west. And so it was the little snowflakes came down at an angle to the grass. Not even enough to cover the grass at first, not ever a slight “dusting” of the white, just snowflakes in the wind. As it snowed for the first time in November 2011. Shortly after dark, ‘bout 5:00 O’clock, big snowflakes, much larger than dinner plates, covered the EastWing decks within seconds. Special snow, those first huge flakes of winter. It only took two flakes to cover the windshield of Mr. Lincoln. Big snowflakes, that’s for sure. But special first snow of November. The next morning when I went out to go to work, just picked those two big flakes off my windshield and didn’t even have to scrape away the frost. Big snowflakes, weighed about ½ lb apiece.

Such sadness out of Penn State University. One of the most respected figures in college sports forever to be remembered, not for his accomplishments, but for what he didn’t do, and rightly so. And it seemed so simple to do what was right. Choices in life, the decisions made, how they linger, how they every flood your soul. In the darkness of the nighttime, such decisions made, can never, ever be reversed.

From time to time, life learning lessons sweep across our nation, the Penn State sorrow is one such lesson. All too often we, as a people, tend to ignore these opportunities for learning lessons of life, even though they may very well be tests from God, just to see how we’re doing along the way. If that be the case, sometimes we come up short. Way short sometimes, and it seems this may well be one of those times

The life lesson to be learned from the Penn State tragedy is simple, so simple it slipped past the mind of the most winning football coach in NCAA history. Do what’s right. There’s never been a time in human history where it’s been wrong to do what’s right. Just think how much society would have gained if “do what’s right” had been done at Penn State, when it was time to do what was right, by the football coach.

Much like Humpty Dumpty, the time to “do what’s right” can never be done over again. The window of opportunity to “do what’s right” is so small, and once closed, forever closed, without regard to regret. That window closed. And All The Kings Horses………

Three forces of nature, i.e. time, wind and rain have combined to finally strip my beautiful yellow leaved maple tree of all her leaves for the year. But she hung tuff, that pretty Yellow Leafed Maple Girl, the very last tree in the south garden of the EastWing to shed the leaves. Everybody else was done shedding leaves two weeks ago. She won the contest of who can hold the leaves the longest.

Now her new leaves won’t be back until the springtime returns to the valley. By then we’ll all be looking for the very first signs of spring, much the same as we look for the signs of fall. Little signs at first, like the first ripe pumpkin ya see, then a slight change in the way the air feels on your skin, even when it’s still warm, the humidity’s all gone, just another sign, the grass stops growing, and the list get longer and longer. And then it snows.

Wow! Just four day before Thanksgiving! Welcome one and all to Grand Central Station for your Thanksgiving Dinner. In the company of friends, in the company of neighbors, in the company of those who love their neighbor like themselves, welcome. In the company of Christian People who give thanks to God for what they have in life. Welcome one and all, to Grand Central Station on Thanksgiving Day for a meal starting at 11:30 AM. It’ll be a fun day for all. My family and I, we look forward to saying hello in person, there at Grand Central Station, downtown by the street clock in North Judson. We’ll see you there.

Stay safe in Afghanistan.

From the EastWing, Talkin’ ‘bout rednecks, Time By Committee, November Snow, Penn State & Sadness, Doing What’s Right, Humpty Dumpty & The Horses, Welcome To Thanksgiving Dinner.

I wish you well,