Bright Places

*"Bright Places" (*Based on-"There are bright places in my heart, from the past that give me a good feeling")
A bright place in my heart that gives me a good feeling was my relationship with my dad. My dad was a hard worker. When I was small he had three jobs, so he didn't have much time to throw a ball with me or take me fishing. But sometimes he took me along on his night job of installing and repairing gas pumps for Citi Service Gas Stations. I'd curl up in his old army jeep and listen to the radio while he was outside in some pretty cold weather cutting and threading pipe. If any of you are sixty or so you may remember "Rintintin","B-bar-B Ranch",and "The Shadow". My dad left me with a good work ethic. Fortunately, during the last 5 years before he passed away, we both had the time to build on some of the relationship we missed in the early years. My dad loved me and I loved him. I didn't agree with everything he said and did, and we talked about it from time to time. One thing was he had a habit of swearing a "blue streak", which was embarrassing. Occasasaionly, some of the kids I played with mentioned that fact. But if they made fun of my dad they had to stand up to me. I wasn't defending what he did. But he was my dad and I would defend him because I loved him. Because of that I tried to never embarrass him; or after he died, his memory. I find it unconscinable what Ron Regan, Jr. did by speaking at the Democratic Convention. Fine that he has different beliefs than his dad but you don't," fly in the face" of his memory, especially so close to his loss. Well, time to go.

Take care and God Bless America,

Jim Bright, for a better America, and a simpler life for our children and grandchildren, 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.}