The airline industry tells us that the Thanksgiving weekend is the peak travel time in any given year. With good weather and normal operations, the journeys short or long are safe and efficient. Families are reunited, turkeys and football games are shared, and, hopefully, opportunity taken to join hearts in gratitude to God for the abundance of beneficent blessings He continually bestows.
Some of my fondest Thanksgiving memories are of family trips to Janelle’s parents’ home in Liberty, Texas. We would load our ‘68 Chevy wagon and leave Belton after Wednesday night services for the 200-mile trek into the night. In those days, it seemed worth it to make the miles and fight the fog in order to be there Thanksgiving morning.
Awakening to the aroma from the kitchen put a major league growl in the stomach. The traditional Thanksgiving menu was served on the beautifully decorated table in the spacious dining room
Well now, it seems I’m in a pickle about this game. Exactly for whom should I root? On one hand, I now live in the great state of Texas, and have adopted A&M as my favorite college team, but on the other, how can I go against my old favorite and home state team, LSU?
Both teams need this win. A&M needs it to possibly advance to a BCS bowl game, and LSU needs it so Les Miles can have his fourth straight 10-win season. I have decided to do a scientific study and then place my permanent support behind the team that comes out best. May the best team win! I hope not to offend anyone with these results, but if I do, please accept my deepest heartfelt apologies.
I was on vacation last week. I didn’t get a chance to complete this story before the deadline for last week’s paper. However, even though the actual event is in the past, the experience will last for some time. I was in a small town enjoying some quiet time. I was talked into going to a Veterans Day program at the local high school. In a way I wanted to see the presentation honoring the Veterans, but I felt a bit out of place.
I am not from this small town, but have some connections so I do feel a bit more at home there. I did serve in the military, in the Air Force. It was nothing exciting, relative peace time with not much chance of ever leaving my station and traveling to other areas of the world. I did my job and looked forward to the day when I received my honorable discharge and could go about my life without having to get up and put on the same color clothes each day.
This is probably why I don’t feel comfortable when I am at an event that honors Veterans and I get included. I didn’t experience the trials of war, or had the hardships of many service members, especially the WWII Vets.
I did it.
It happened Monday evening while making my way down 13th Avenue to Park Place Manor for our regular first Monday gospel singing.
It is a route that I have traveled for many years, but there was a major difference as I approached the nursing home Monday evening. Last month’s trip was in the daylight, but the time change imposed Sunday threw this month’s trip into darkness.
Add to the darkness a light rain.
The entrance to Park Place was not lit, and I misjudged where it was and turned left into the curb.
Traffic is heavy that time of day on 13th. Suddenly there was light, but it was not light illuminating the entrance. It was lights shining from cars approaching in the west bound lane that I was blocking. Add the lights of the stream of vehicles fast approaching in the lane I had just left.