We have experienced a most important period of conflict and contention and it appears that some are not finished with the skirmish. To be satisfied with political outcome requires submission to a higher power than government. No one party or person will ever please ALL, but until each of us can come to the mindset of who that Higher Power is, can that comfort be attained. I am not talking about everyone’s god, but the one Supreme Being who created everything and everyone. We can gripe, complain and demonstrate. We can cause difficulties through destruction. We can refuse to honor those who have given everything to guarantee our freedom to do so. We can hate or we can love. We can do any or all of these things but it will never happen in our lifetime. The Bible tells us how to survive, but we seem to be too suspicious of the truth. I am very sorry, donchaknow, really. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
The stage is dark, all the seats are empty, but the theater will resonate, forever, with the spirit of its founder and managing director. It was my privilege to teach Randy Wilson. His was a uniquely fine tenor voice. He was a member of All State Choir and later performed professionally. He returned to Bryan, Texas to successfully begin a community theater of excellence. He has passed away, but not forgotten. I never attended one of his productions, but they must have been good since there have been many of them. Even though there may have been little reciprocation, I always respected him and his talent. He and his brother, Scott, were among my favorites. Rest in peace, my friends. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
Back in ’49, good players had athletic ability and physical strength. Punt, pass and kick, many times, was accompanied by good tackling, but in all my play-by-play, I never got to use “athleticism”or “physicality”. Did these words even exist then? ‘Tis a puzzlement, donchaknow, really.
I must have sung this at practically every wedding. I’ve heard from 5! I am only reporting the number of both weddings and accompaniments. Thank you!
In my younger days, I spent a lot of time pleasing me. Good happened and I felt it to be just what I deserved. Well, now things have changed and each day brings a challenge even to get up and go. “Once Upon a Time” has passed and the real story is yet to be told. GOD has left and sustained me here for HIS purpose, so forgive my wimpy self and let’s hunkle the course set before us. It is time I shared all the good times, made so even when bad. One chapter will list all my past accompanists, all my Honor Choir members, all cast members and all the weddings I sung for. I can’t recall them all and will greatly appreciate your help. Just leave names in “comment”. Let’s make the rest of the story one that inspires! That’s one little candle we can light, donchaknow, really. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
“Tomorrow” is beaten to death by me. I live in clutter. I have no idea as to how it comes about. I start out with a perfectly empty desk and in just a few short hours, can’t find the top of it. At Colonial Village, the corner of my closet served very well as a dirty clothes hamper, but here I have a special place that seems to fill up rapidly. What is my solution? It’s simple: I’ll get around to it, tomorrow. So, I made my own ’round 2 it’ and have placed it here just in case you are interested. I am going a step further and printing a large copy to place above my desk. Perhaps that will result in a more pristine environment, but don’t count on it. Lower Slob-ovia has been my residence for over 80-years. To do things differently will take more effort than I have ever made. It is minimal among the scope of prayers of need, but I could use some, donchaknow, really! That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates. AMEN
I’m really taking a sabbatical, donchaknow, really. My daughter works part-time testing water. I am going to suggest that she test the water where all the kids in college reside. Something they are consuming is effecting their stability. It must be the water there, or perhaps too much indulgence at the local tavern. (‘Course it seems to be a problem for a bunch of adults too)
That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.