A search for reality
Where have all the flowers gone? Okay, winters upon us, so what should one expect? Anyway, I do not mean the “plants”. I mean the quiet everyday slow easy pace of yesteryear; the apple pie eating, baseball playing, cook out in the back yard America, we once knew? It may be gone, but it is not forgotten.
Get up in the morning, now make some coffee. The coffee’s brewing? Fine! So get the paper, now sit down and read. Breakfast is ready, just like magic; bacon, eggs, toast….life is good. Time to walk to work. First brush your teeth, than kiss the wife, and pat the dog and you’re off. Walk? Of course, why not? Work is only six blocks away, besides you have a long black raincoat and umbrella, just in case.
Walk down the street and howdy neighbor! The neighborhood kids are all walking to school in their little groups; boys carrying books at their side (they’re trying to get a neighbor’s dog to follow them) girls cradling their books in front of them; because that is what they’re supposed to do. The dry cleaner’s look busy this morning.
Families get together to play cards. The kids just play, mostly make believe, toys were few. Older men sat in front of the Court house and played checkers.
Evening neighborly cookouts and watermelon eating parties.
Foot races and kickball, baseball, Five dollars, football, kite flying.
Okay it’s raining, but what a fine clean rain it is; it brings a clean fresh sent to the air.