Took to the South St. Louis Rd walking trail today.

Have mercy it is amazing what 58 degrees and snow nearly all gone will do for a person.

It was so nice out.  I did not want the walk to end.

There’s the Blue River reflecting the sun down there.

As I took this picture I was feeling guilty.  I was wishing I was in the Paoli High School Gym to see the RAMS take on the North Harrison Cougars.  I came home instead.  I wish I was ready to walk into a gym at 50 percent capacity.  I am not.  Not even close.

As I continued my walk a song came on my Amazon mix by chance.  It was Eddie Money’s tune “I Wanna Go Back”.  Every time I hear that tune I think of an old friend and his memorial service.  That song blared over all in attendance.  I smiled every time I hear it.  And I think about Ken.

I wanted to be in the gym tonight.  I would of loved to have seen Ken there.

But, I am not there yet.

I wanna go back.

When I got in from my walk this afternoon, I asked my dear wife, Carrie, “Have you heard anything?”

Our dear old friend Judy Johnson was taken off a ventilator today.  Carrie told me Judy’s husband, Donald, called her as I was walking.  Judy died this afternoon due to Covid.  Don and Judy’s son, Phillip, was in Carrie’s class for many years as she taught kids with difficulties I can’t begin to understand even though I know very well of them.

Philly Willy has Muscular Dystrophy.  He is in a wheelchair full time.  Has been for years and years.  But a quicker wit you will never find.

This hurts.  Good people.  The best.  They adopted Phillip. And now this. Makes me want to shake my fist just a little bit.  But that never helps.

If I heard it once I heard it too many times.  “When the election is over, the virus will be gone.”  I wish that were true.

I wanna go back.

Speaking the sad rights.

Danny Johnson