Those of you who read my posts are saints.
I wrote a post a while back about how I wanted to write and post every day. I’ve done that.
I’ve written every day. Something. Sometimes it’s a paragraph containing twenty-five words. Other times it has been twelve hundred words. It’s trial and error. I don’t always post what I’ve written the same day. It may be a few days before I post that day’s writing.
There was one post I wrote that my wife didn’t like. Or at least one that she told me about. I asked her to read it, and when she was finished, she had a grim look plastered across her face. She handed my laptop back to me and said, “Hmm.”
So I wrote something else.
I kept that story, however, and I rewrote it. I posted it, but I probably shouldn’t have. Oh well. I said that I would write about anything. And I have.
Albeit, some subjects are off-limits. I don’t want to be crude or rude. I don’t desire to be belittling. I want to dust off and restore good memories that have been in storage for a while. I want to point out that good things are happening and that good has happened more than we might realize.
I want to people to walk down a dirt road in the summer and smell the hay in the field. Or a freshly-mown lawn. I want people to remember that time on the back porch when they were a child, and they could hear the BNSF freight train whistling its way through the town.
I want you to remember back in the nineties when you or your parents went to town at night, and you listened to AM radio late-night talk news. The show was always sponsored by some kind of miracle garlic pill that would help our joints. They had six-year-old me convinced.
I want the locals to remember the lyrics to the Wallace and Owens radio ad.
“Wallace and Owens, that’s where all your friends are going
For the very best food value in this town.”
At least, that’s how I remember hearing it.
So bear with me, folks. And to those who have read any of these posts, God bless you and thank you. You are a superhero.
to the saints and superheroes,
– Caleb

