Gads…I looked up and saw that I have been away from these pages for near a week.

I have two theories.

One…I am working on another literary pursuit that has taken time and effort away from this spot.  Been spending a great deal of brain time on this other project.  I have been wanting to write something here.  I was, in fact, taken aback when I saw how long it was since I made a post.  I wish I could put something new on this space every day.  Does that mean I put a few lines together for good form every day without trying to really “say” anything.  I don’t know how that will work out for me.  I don’t like to waste time.  I don’t like to waste words.  Both of those things are worth something.  I am not sure how I will solve this.  I need to put my efforts in the project I am working on just to get it out of my system and be able to move on.

Two…my last post about Peyton Manning just needs to hang out there for a while.  I don’t want the sun to set on Peyton.  Word is that he told the coach of the New England Patriots that this might be his “last rodeo”.  I knew that.  All you have to do is look at Peyton.  He looks small.

He reminds me of my elementary principal.  My elementary school principal, Harry Spurgeon, retire when I was a fourth grader.  He paddled me and friend of mine for chewing gum in music class.  I believe now that Harry just wanted to paddle someone before he retired.  He was such an imposing figure.  Broad shoulders.  A square jaw.  He was larger than life to us 4th graders.  He was even imposing when I was still in high school attending a different school district.  I was in high school and saw him at a basketball game and felt compelled to say something to him.  All he wanted to do was talk about how much he liked my Dad.

The last time I saw Harry I was in my mid-thirties.  It was at a high school football game at Clarksville.  Harry, from Brownstown, was there to root on the Braves.  I saw him near the concession stand.  He approached me.  He asked how I was doing.  I only thought I knew who he was.  I looked at one of my old Brownstown friends, Harv Brown, and asked….”Was that….?”  Harv looked at me and said yes, it was Harry Spurgeon.  I was dumbfounded.  The man we all feared when we were ten was now a little old man with a smile on his face.  I cherish that memory.

Now I am hoping I will cherish the memory of Peyton Manning going out a Super Bowl winner.  It is all too much to believe.  Peyton looks so slight.  He looks small.  When he is out on the field he still looks larger than life while he looks small.  Who else has ever pulled that off?

The oldest starting quarterback in a Super Bowl will be P. Manning.  I think this will be the last game we will see Peyton Manning play.  That in itself will make this Super Bowl a melancholy time.

Gosh I hope he wins.

Speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson