Sunday, November 27, 2011

Purple Heart





A few months ago our family received the dreadful news that our son was involved in an attack in Afghanistan. A roadside bomb struck his vehicle.  Information on the attack crawled from Middle East adding to the stress to the nightmarish event. While waiting for news, the family retold funny tales of my son’s……adventures.  Here is one of those tales.

A few year’s ago, my son acquired a job at my place of work.  He had a handicap. He was work challenged. He started and quit many jobs. I hoped this job would be different considering my reputation was bonded to his work ethic.  What could go wrong?

At home I received a call from work from my boss, Gerald.  In a sorrowful voice he said,  “I am so sorry for your loss of your mother. Where do we need to send the flowers?”

Surprised I answered, “My mom!  I did not know my mother died! I need to make phone calls!” 

In a panic I made my first phone call, “Hello mom. I am glad to hear your voice! You are OK!  You are not dead!  I received a call from work saying my mom had passed. I have to make another call…….see you later!”

The second call was to my mother-in-law, “Hello, you are there! I received a call from work saying you might be dead!  I have to make another call. Goodbye for now!”

I returned the call to work, “My mothers are OK! They are living!  What? My son stated his grandmother died and he needed time from work?”

At that moment the puzzle came together. My son needed time from work. A grandparent was the prefect relative for his scheme. They are not too close but close enough for fake bereavement. Some people loss dozens of grandparents.

Highly frustrated, I called my son, “Where in the heck are you….the lake…THE LAKE! You are supposed to at work or a funeral. NOT THE LAKE!” 

It is funny how life flows.  Sometimes children are the cause of endless stress.  Yet occasionally, they do things which are amazing. 



Friday, November 11, 2011

Naps and Wine




I adore the trajectory of the light of fall. It transforms our perceptions of everything. A dramatic change occurs in the sky especially in the morning.  Clouds lose their edges gaining a diffused softness.  Yet the most dramatic change is the casting of long shadows and the extension of the reach of light.  In the fall and through windows, the sun reaches deep into our homes and begs us to take an afternoon nap. 

Monday, November 7, 2011

Frame of mind



This sketch was completed while sitting near a window of my hotel room.  Occasionally, I enjoy experiencing the atmosphere of a late night especially in a city.

When I was a boy in rural Arkansas, our family was deeply poor. Poverty has the power of isolation. It removes children from classmates.  So the open fields, woods, and creeks were my close friends that I shared these friends with my brother.  During our adventures and explorations, occasionally, a visitor would appear: an airplane streaming a trail of white vapor against the sky. I found the visitor amazing.


I often pondered the lives of the people traveling in the planes and I always weaved uplifting tales. The passengers were always traveling to a lost love or a warm reunion. They were never running form anything.

Today when I am in the hotel room viewing a cityscape, I ponder the lives of people traveling in vehicles, walking streets, or sleeping soundly in beds. I prefer to think that they are traveling to a happy greeting or they are peacefully sleeping near their beloved.

Though the truth is hasher than my idealism, I still prefer my silly dreams.