Friendships often fade with distance, but true friends pick up where they left off. That is the way with many of my friends when we get back together after years of separation. That is the way it was last week when my good friend, and editor, Susie Dayton, showed up on my patio.
Luckily for her I heard her voice before I tore off my shorts to get in the pool!
I entrusted Sus to edit my book "Growing Up Doughnut" (available at Amazon.com) because she was my friend, and because I knew she would do a good job. How did I know this even though we had not seen each other in over 40 years? We had talked on Facebook and on the phone a number of times and we kept acquainted, but we never got together. She had not changed, she was still silly, bright, and had that great sense of humor. Friends rarely disappoint us when we ask them to do something, and Susie did not disappoint when it came to the task for which she volunteered.
Others have stepped up also with advice and services as I struggle to get the book into mainstream bookstores. Scott Baer has helped make an audio interview for me that will soon be on this blog; Dr. Bill Gholson gave me guidance and direction and kept me on track; Andy Hudson, a former student, has agreed to carry the book in his drugstore; and Ursula (Roncevich) Baker, another former student, is helping with advice and footwork on marketing. Finally, all you former students from Paxton, Buckley, Loda, Roberts, Thawville, Clarence, and Morning Sun have bought the book. My hometown peeps of Hoopeston have responded with their purchases and have reaped praise upon me and the book.
Through the book, I have talked to friends from long ago and found them all to be successful whether they might be a Sgt. Major in the Marines, a doctor in Chicago, or a housewife in Hoopeston. They have all done what they wanted and are happy. That is all that I could want for them. That is what my book is about...friendship, growing, loving, losing, and remembering.
As we head into the 4th of July weekend, take a moment to stop and look around you. Look at what you have and what you had. You are in your life exactly where you are supposed to be, surrounded by the people that are supposed to be there.
This weekend, raise a glass to those you have known, and to those you will know; to those you knew and are gone and to those you don't know but are giving their all. When you watch those fireworks, and see that flag unfurled, I hope you get a tear in your eye and a lump in throat.
I always do.
Doughnut
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Friday, July 2, 2010
Sunday, July 5, 2009
The Aftermath
Robert Frost, in his poem, MENDING WALL wrote, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Good Sunday Morning! I hope that all of your Fourth of July celebrations were excellent, and that you gained an extra ounce of patriotism yesterday, along with a couple of pounds from eating burgers and dogs, and drinking your favorite beverage.
Fireworks are fun to watch, but I wonder why we utilize such a device that is used in war to distract the enemy or to light up the battlefield to celebrate? We fire dynamite into the sky, explode it, and watch the colors and feel the sensation of the explosion. We seem to be looking for the thrill of war without the actual involvement. Who doesn't feel a leap in their heart when an explosion occurs and the beautiful colors and shapes amaze and astound us as we say, "OOOOOOO" almost as a reflex? Ironically, many of the people firing off the fireworks, probably have a distaste for the Chinese people.
My neighbor, just behind my wall, shot off some pretty big fireworks last night. We live in the middle of town, mind you, and there is an ordinance and a few state laws against such displays. The fireworks were loud, close to my house,and they scared my dog. I was a little peeved, especially when I went to close the gate to my sideyard, and a bottle rocket fell from the sky and landed in front of me. Luckily, it was the one that just exploded, before it fell, not one that might have gone astray and exploded in my yard. I picked up the empty and put it on the wall. And told him that I was going to get my garden hose ready, just in case. Secretly, I hoped he did hit my house so I could own his, too.
But, my neighbor did not burn my house down, and my dog is gradually coming out from under the bed. By next year, he will be chasing his blunt tail again. (My dog, not my neighbor....)
Doughnut
Good Sunday Morning! I hope that all of your Fourth of July celebrations were excellent, and that you gained an extra ounce of patriotism yesterday, along with a couple of pounds from eating burgers and dogs, and drinking your favorite beverage.
Fireworks are fun to watch, but I wonder why we utilize such a device that is used in war to distract the enemy or to light up the battlefield to celebrate? We fire dynamite into the sky, explode it, and watch the colors and feel the sensation of the explosion. We seem to be looking for the thrill of war without the actual involvement. Who doesn't feel a leap in their heart when an explosion occurs and the beautiful colors and shapes amaze and astound us as we say, "OOOOOOO" almost as a reflex? Ironically, many of the people firing off the fireworks, probably have a distaste for the Chinese people.
My neighbor, just behind my wall, shot off some pretty big fireworks last night. We live in the middle of town, mind you, and there is an ordinance and a few state laws against such displays. The fireworks were loud, close to my house,and they scared my dog. I was a little peeved, especially when I went to close the gate to my sideyard, and a bottle rocket fell from the sky and landed in front of me. Luckily, it was the one that just exploded, before it fell, not one that might have gone astray and exploded in my yard. I picked up the empty and put it on the wall. And told him that I was going to get my garden hose ready, just in case. Secretly, I hoped he did hit my house so I could own his, too.
But, my neighbor did not burn my house down, and my dog is gradually coming out from under the bed. By next year, he will be chasing his blunt tail again. (My dog, not my neighbor....)
Doughnut
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