At the corner of 13th and Union streets in Arcata, California, a large white, rectangular board nailed high on a utility pole reads, “Everything Will Be Okay” with letters printed in red. I smile every time I see it when out walking. 🥰
It is encouraging to see smiles and hear laughter from everyday people, candidates for public office, and especially from someone who served as a landing officer at Normandy.
I see on the horizon the Apocalypse, then the Second Coming, then Judgement and, hopefully, Glory . . . but I love this interlude between here and there, a beautiful calm before the storm, and the way that you've described it for us all to enjoy with you. I had a friend once who had jumped out of a perfectly good airplane into occupied France behind enemy lines with the 82nd Airborne on the night before your gym teacher and his friends hit the beach. My friend lived to 84. He said that war was "madness" but that he was glad that he'd sacrificed his sanity and young family who he had deserted ten years after returning home from the war when he was crazed from PTSD and booze and the valium that the V.A. gave him just so that young people like our teenaged son and daughter could live safe and free. My friend's name was Arie York. Please tell your gym teacher "Thank you" from me and my family. https://themjkxn.substack.com/p/he-called-me-kiddo
Thank you, Garrison, for this most heartwarming description of the simple life (so to speak when you factor in all the technology and travel). A dear childhood friend lives in Maine and mentioned yesterday about going to the shore for lunch. Perhaps she was in that same spot?
!Happy Birthday Garrison! Tell a mandolin joke. I'm a serious mandolin player and would appreciate that. And, a great fan of the late Peter Ostroushko, who played with A Prairie Home Companion for some years.
So you're 82. It's about time that a beloved icon of the People live to 100 just so we can wish them a happy birthday while we gloat for having had them. Others have failed us at 95, 98, so try real hard, please. It's just 18 more and would you give up the first 18 years of your life? Of course not. So stay on the next 18 and obey the Mayo Clinic and your dear wife.
Time to be happy for a while. The speeches are inspiring, the crowds raucously elated. Like we were when the first of our generation took over the government. Was it Bill and Hillary? Hope springs eternal. May it be realized gracefully.
You are more eloquent and thinking of the present, Garrison, while I still fret about the future. Maybe if I had a piece of blueberry pie ala mode I'd feel better. Thank you for that beherenow moment.
At the corner of 13th and Union streets in Arcata, California, a large white, rectangular board nailed high on a utility pole reads, “Everything Will Be Okay” with letters printed in red. I smile every time I see it when out walking. 🥰
There once was a man named Trump,
Whose policies gave some a bump.
With the economy fine,
And conflicts in line,
Why vote for him? It's quite a jump!
Thank you.
Good morning, Garrison. Oh, do you have a way of making it all seem simple. Life is just that, is it not?
Thanks, RR
It is encouraging to see smiles and hear laughter from everyday people, candidates for public office, and especially from someone who served as a landing officer at Normandy.
Very nice. Thank you, especially for the sweet laughs
I see on the horizon the Apocalypse, then the Second Coming, then Judgement and, hopefully, Glory . . . but I love this interlude between here and there, a beautiful calm before the storm, and the way that you've described it for us all to enjoy with you. I had a friend once who had jumped out of a perfectly good airplane into occupied France behind enemy lines with the 82nd Airborne on the night before your gym teacher and his friends hit the beach. My friend lived to 84. He said that war was "madness" but that he was glad that he'd sacrificed his sanity and young family who he had deserted ten years after returning home from the war when he was crazed from PTSD and booze and the valium that the V.A. gave him just so that young people like our teenaged son and daughter could live safe and free. My friend's name was Arie York. Please tell your gym teacher "Thank you" from me and my family. https://themjkxn.substack.com/p/he-called-me-kiddo
Thank you, Garrison, for this most heartwarming description of the simple life (so to speak when you factor in all the technology and travel). A dear childhood friend lives in Maine and mentioned yesterday about going to the shore for lunch. Perhaps she was in that same spot?
I feel it, too. Watching the Obamas last night was soul-filling. I think we all suddenly can see ourselves hitting our stride!!!
Nice piece, GK. That crab salad and that pie a la mode tasted great!
!Happy Birthday Garrison! Tell a mandolin joke. I'm a serious mandolin player and would appreciate that. And, a great fan of the late Peter Ostroushko, who played with A Prairie Home Companion for some years.
I love the children's voices becoming musical instruments. Also, the dad jokes are great! Thanks for making my day happy.
You always make my morning sunny, even on a cloudy day! Thank you!
So you're 82. It's about time that a beloved icon of the People live to 100 just so we can wish them a happy birthday while we gloat for having had them. Others have failed us at 95, 98, so try real hard, please. It's just 18 more and would you give up the first 18 years of your life? Of course not. So stay on the next 18 and obey the Mayo Clinic and your dear wife.
Thanks!
Bravo GK for another fine, sweet column. Bless you!
Time to be happy for a while. The speeches are inspiring, the crowds raucously elated. Like we were when the first of our generation took over the government. Was it Bill and Hillary? Hope springs eternal. May it be realized gracefully.
You are more eloquent and thinking of the present, Garrison, while I still fret about the future. Maybe if I had a piece of blueberry pie ala mode I'd feel better. Thank you for that beherenow moment.