Thursday, August 05, 2004
Bright Places-Chapter 1
Jim Bright's BLOG
*"Bright Places"
*(Based on-"There are bright places in my heart, from the past that give me a good feeling")
This year on July 4th one of these "Bright Places" came to mind. It was a crisp, fall Friday evening. I was standing at the end of Margaretta High School's football field, near Castalia, Ohio’s famous Duck Pond-part of the Castalia's famous "Blue Hole"(Eighth Wonder of the World") water system. It was Margaretta's first home football game and we were warming up. I had just taken off my helmet, because the high school band was about to play the Star Spangled Banner. I still remember, as I looked up at Old Glory, how proud I was to be an American. I've always carried that thought with me. Life seems to have been to some degree simpler then. I don't mean to trivialize life, but you knew who the enemy was. They were the guys in the other colored jerseys.
Over recent years that seems to have changed, especially on a Tuesday morning when I was getting ready for work and my daughter was getting ready for school. Ashley got ready early and went to the family room and turned on the TV. Shortly she called me, "Dad, come here, something has happened." I went out with her and learned that an airplane had tragically, accidentally hit one of the Twin Towers. As we watched the news, the second plane hit the other Tower and we realized it wasn't an accident. That incident along with other acts of terrorism has blurred the picture considerably. You no longer can pick out the enemy by the color of the jersey.
On 9-12-01 I put Old Glory up in front of my house, and she hasn't been down since. I can't forget those who lost their lives on 9-11, especially those firemen and law enforcement officer's going up into the Towers when they came down.
Back on that crisp, fall evening as I enjoyed life, I wasn't into politics being sixteen. But I do remember my parents were Democrats, my father being a tool and die maker. And I seem to remember the Democrats were for labor and the Republicans were more for management. I seem to remember there were occasional heated debates, but not the mean spiritedness!
I remember a slogan, " America right or wrong" meaning you were proud to be an American, and the debate tried to keep America right. Where did Michael Moore come from?
Well time says that's all for now.
Take care and God Bless America,
Jim Bright, for a better America, and a simpler life for our children and grand children, God willing and the creek don't rise!
Disclaimer: This is my take on life, with no intention to offend anyone, but if I do, please accept my apology.
*"Bright Places"
*(Based on-"There are bright places in my heart, from the past that give me a good feeling")
This year on July 4th one of these "Bright Places" came to mind. It was a crisp, fall Friday evening. I was standing at the end of Margaretta High School's football field, near Castalia, Ohio’s famous Duck Pond-part of the Castalia's famous "Blue Hole"(Eighth Wonder of the World") water system. It was Margaretta's first home football game and we were warming up. I had just taken off my helmet, because the high school band was about to play the Star Spangled Banner. I still remember, as I looked up at Old Glory, how proud I was to be an American. I've always carried that thought with me. Life seems to have been to some degree simpler then. I don't mean to trivialize life, but you knew who the enemy was. They were the guys in the other colored jerseys.
Over recent years that seems to have changed, especially on a Tuesday morning when I was getting ready for work and my daughter was getting ready for school. Ashley got ready early and went to the family room and turned on the TV. Shortly she called me, "Dad, come here, something has happened." I went out with her and learned that an airplane had tragically, accidentally hit one of the Twin Towers. As we watched the news, the second plane hit the other Tower and we realized it wasn't an accident. That incident along with other acts of terrorism has blurred the picture considerably. You no longer can pick out the enemy by the color of the jersey.
On 9-12-01 I put Old Glory up in front of my house, and she hasn't been down since. I can't forget those who lost their lives on 9-11, especially those firemen and law enforcement officer's going up into the Towers when they came down.
Back on that crisp, fall evening as I enjoyed life, I wasn't into politics being sixteen. But I do remember my parents were Democrats, my father being a tool and die maker. And I seem to remember the Democrats were for labor and the Republicans were more for management. I seem to remember there were occasional heated debates, but not the mean spiritedness!
I remember a slogan, " America right or wrong" meaning you were proud to be an American, and the debate tried to keep America right. Where did Michael Moore come from?
Well time says that's all for now.
Take care and God Bless America,
Jim Bright, for a better America, and a simpler life for our children and grand children, God willing and the creek don't rise!
Disclaimer: This is my take on life, with no intention to offend anyone, but if I do, please accept my apology.
# posted by Jim Bright @ 9:11 PM 
