This past weekend my dear wife, Carrie, and I spent time in the town I born in, Columbus, Indiana.

It was refreshing.  At the hotel we checked into they asked the occasion.  Many were there to attend IU graduation in Bloomington.  We were just there to get take it easy for a few days.  When we told a young lady the Kentucky Derby was upon our area heavy, she said, “Oh, is that going on?  Is that like the Indy 500 for us?”  I told her I thought so.

She wasn’t the only one.  At another a museum we visited I made mention of the Derby.  A guy made mention it was the beginning of May.  67 miles north of Louisville on Interstate 65 they are not quite impressed by the Derby.  Like I always tell my Mother, the rain has to start and stop somewhere.

Carrie and I discovered Indiana history, Hoosier history, American history, Hero history.

The Atterbury-Bakalar Air Museum is at the Columbus Airport.

We read about and saw displays about much history.

On the Bartholomew County Courthouse grounds we found this.  It was a humbling experience.  Carrie and I have a son that was in helicopter that was shot down in Afghanistan.  When he was in active duty in the Army, his job was being a crew chief on a Blackhawk helicopter hanging out of the side door with a 50 caliber machine gun between his legs.  That will give you a perspective I hope no one has to endure.

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I wish more kids could understand this.  Does that make me old?

Or does it make me wise?

Speaking the thankful rights…

Danny Johnson