A Smattering of Thought

A crisp Fall day called for an afternoon trip to a nearby farm with a niece and nephew in tow.   We rode the whimsical tire horse. We saw & smelled the farm animals. We rode on a pumpkin train. We slide down old barrels into a cloud of hay dust. We peddled around the race track on small tricycles. We scarfed down warm pumpkin donuts and slurped frozen cider. We took a hay ride to the corn maze. We fought the scary corn stalks through the maze that would never end. Okay, so maybe that last sentence is a little over dramatic, but if you were any where near us in the corn maze you would have thought we were being attacked by the most vicious of monsters.   A little background.  My nephew is 2, a tank and ready to try anything.   Now, envision with me a trail through the corn stalks.  Blue sky overhead and a gentle hum of the electric lines. Tall corn on either side of us.   No one else around.   We forged into the maze with eager anticipation and no fear.   We

... All alone in the moonlight, la la la la-la la la... The last few weeks I have had a lot of time to just "veg" at home.  For me, that is unusual and rare. I did things I normally don't do, look through old letters, notes and yearbooks.   Not really sure why, but thought it would be fun!  Oh it was fun!!  We really did have BIG hair back then and some very strange clothing!!  As I read through the written comments, re-lived some of the photos and remembered what high school was, it seemed surreal.   I remember thinking Boyz 2 Men was the greatest singing group ever. High hair (and stiff) was a must. Peg-rolling your jeans was not an option. A Cassette  Walkman meant you were cool and then came CDs! Blue eye shadow was not for the timid. Study hall was NOT for studying. Everyone wrote "stay sweet" in everyone's yearbook. The seniors ahead of me always seemed older than when I became a senior. Looking back at who you were is not alway