Remember how I wrote about not having great New Year’s Resolutions? Knew what I was talking about, on that rare occasion.
I have not picked my guitar up this week.. I have not written another blog until now. I have, however, made some progress.
The biggest obstacle I have had this week is the rhubarb that I have been in with the service I use to manage to get these words out to the world. Not my webhost….the service that puts me on the web.
Unlike most of you reading this, I do not have much “data” to work with during a month’s time comparatively. I am extremely limited. I pay through the nose for the data I have and it does not come easy and the service is well…pretty crappy. My alternative? Move to an area that is more internet friendly. That ain’t gonna happen!
No one cares much about the discrimination one faces in the bottom of a holler when that one wants to be connected to the rest of the world with the ease that someone a mile up the road does for a third of the price! Oh well. As I said, no one cares. They care enough to run a phone line down here…but not internet access. I am relegated to relying on a satellite. Imagine that. I can sit here and type these words to be read using a satellite. I am not sure I believe that. How would we of even started that conversation in 1981? We wouldn’t have. We didn’t have little computers in our pockets either. You know those little lines of demarcation you see on a timeline? Those of us old enough to know are living on both sides of one of those little lines. Look, I know things change. It was Mr. Larry Martin’s 7th grade Geography class that taught me, Mr. Martin, to be specific, that…and I quote…”Change is a constant feature.”
To be sure, know that my mouth was wide open when I first saw so many cable television channels the first time. My grandparent’s sitting room in Shreveport was the first place I saw HBO. Watch a movie at home with no commercials? No way. Between then and the next decade not much changed as radically. I had barely seen a Wal-Mart. We were still eating cornbread with most of our evening meals. I could count the number of pizzas I had eaten that did not come out of a box on two hands.
Change is a constant feature.
On Friday nights in January in Indiana, one thing has not changed. It can be five degrees outside and a high school gym can still be hot with basketball action, artificial heat, and the heat of a coach and its fans giving a referee the business. My dear wife, Carrie, and I witnessed all of those things last night in Austin, Indiana as the home team Eagles played the North Harrison Cougars. North won by 24 points. It was a good effort.
A high school gym in Indiana, and the smell of the hardwood floor and the popcorn coming from the concession stand is a thing to behold. I am planning on going back to gym this afternoon and then to another one tonight. Popcorn beware!
The NFL playoffs start this weekend. The Giants play tomorrow. Go Eli. I am feared of this Green Bay team though. They are on a bit of a roll. I still think the Giants will take them.
I also am certain the Alabama Crimson Tide will dismantle Clemson for the NCAA National Championship. Unless you are a diehard fan of one of these schools, this all may seem a bit anti-climactic. Sorry, Brother Tim. It is that way for me. After the Rose Bowl was won 52 to 49 on the last play of the game, well, good luck with your TV Ratings ESPN. But I will be watching because that is what I do. Last Saturday was a sad day indeed. The last College Football Saturday of the season.
Even a possum like Carl makes it Pasadena now and again.
Oh well, change is a constant feature.
Speaking the rights…
Danny Johnson