As someone at the Y said to me the other day, “Must be gonna rain, it’s Yard/Garage Sale weekend.” That proved to be prophetic; people all over town were covering and uncovering their stashes of valuables from the leftover April showers that were coming to town, off-and-on, most of Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Got caught in a few, escaped a few, felt the temperature slide, appreciated the sunshine when it made an appearance.
The bright beams were a plus for the pickleball players who were out on the courts quite a bit–some kind of event was going on, apparently. Folks are enjoying the sport and the venue which we have just up the street…big people, smaller people, young ones, frost-tipped ones, Amish players, locals, players from “away”…nice to have the facilities available. Must try to take it up sometime. So far, the only times I see the enthusiasts out there whacking away at those little whiffle-style balls are times that I have other things going on and I am driving past. One of these days, honest….
Most excellent band concert on Sunday. All of the bands–fifth, sixth, middle school, high school–performed just great–enthusiastic, in-tune, well-dressed (audience too, for the most part), what more could a music-lover ask for? Mr. Cebulla and his student teacher–the witchy one–offered up some rousing tunes, some show-biz numbers, great variety and polish. The piccolo players shone in the “The Stars and Stripes Forever” and everybody wound up the festivities with the GHS “Fight Song”. LOUD ! The HS percussion section played everyone out with some amazing tattoos which had been featured throughout the football season. Once upon a time percussion sections (and a lotta brass) were almost entirely made up of guys. No more ! These ladies can lay down a riff with the best of ‘em…and the guys keep up. Way to go !
Reluctantly signed on to deliver a message at the ceremony at Park Cemetery on Memorial Day. I have experience. This may be the hardest ever to write. Focussing on the sacrifices of the fallen and the worlds which they inhabited will have to be paramount, in contrast to the current lifestyle and leadership. They deserve respect and consideration and thought for how we can be deserving of the nation which they have given us. This is why we “observe” Memorial Day, not “celebrate” it. Too many hearts have formed the foundation; they still beat in our better moments. We must listen.
