I can’t believe it is March 2019. How does this happen? Day after day, I suppose.
Last year as I turned 50 years old, I wrote 50 posts in 50 days leading up to March 18th. No such luck for 51. I need to get to this spot more often.
Recently I took a few memorable photographs.
Caught the sunset on the way to school on the Tunnel Hill bridge. I pulled over and took a photo in a hole between the chain length fence.When the light is right, this can be a nice scene for sure.
I took this photo today. Down the hill is the Blue River and Crawford County in the other side. I took this from a basement room where I exercise and watch Moody Blues videos!
Above, the main hallway of the high school is much brighter than it was. Part of a building and renovation project, this place looks much different from the exterior. The old gym and this hallway are the only things that resemble the old place. I have no complaints.
The Seagull and the Godin A6 (center and right) got some new strings thanks to my dear friend Danners Goins. Saw Danners twice in four days this week. That was refreshing for sure. The Fender 12 string is a good piece too. The Seagull and the A6 have been with me most of my musical journey. They are like old friends too.
I took this as I did some walking last week. There is something about a high school gym in Indiana. This is one seats 3000. Indiana has a love affair with their high school gyms. I know I have said it here before. Nine of the ten largest high school gyms are in the Hoosier state.
Got a burger at a place called Grind Burger Kitchen in Louisville. It was our first venture there. My dear wife, Carrie, and I both had quality vittles. I had fries with my burger. She had some doctored up brussel sprouts that were great too. I give high marks!
On Thursday, I attended the funeral of Patty Hall. Her husband passed in 2007. I went to Mr. Hall’s funeral too. These are the parents of my dear friend, Barry Hall.
This was Barry and me in November before a Regional game in Evansville.
This was Barry walking across the field before the Brownstown Central-North Harrison game in September.
A life-long friend, that is what I call Barry Hall. Those are not easy to come by. I am fortunate enough to have a few of these folks in my life and I am blessed for it.
Barry played football for my Dad at BCHS in the 1970’s. Dad and I drove up to Clearspring for Mrs. Hall’s funeral. It was a celebration of a full and wonderful life. You know those when you are there. No doubts in the air. Just plenty of love and respect and some sadness of course. Sadness does not discriminate.
Patty Hall was always wonderful to me. Whether she was working the front desk of the elementary school I went to in Brownstown, or taking up tickets at a BC ball game, or telling me and Jerry Brown to straighten up if we needed as 5th graders, or asking me how my folks were doing as she was catching me up on her wonderful family.
Patty Hall had a kind and distinct voice. I am glad the musician in me allows me to remember all sorts of cherish sounds. In that, I am blessed.
Speaking the rights…
Danny Johnson