January 1, 2015 was the first and only time I watched the sun come up on a new year over the water. This was taken on Hilton Head.
My dear wife, Carrie, reminded me subtly that writing is one of the things that I “just do”. She broke this to me yesterday morning as I was ruminating over the end of speaktherights.com.
She’s right. Writing is something I do. I certainly don’t do as much of it as I once did. Much thought has been given to a re-do of this space and the pace. I don’t report here nearly as much as I once did. I looked at 700 posts as being enough of enough. I mean, sometimes I feel like I am writing the same old thing over again. Sometimes that is the case. Alas, each day brings a new sunrise and a new adventure. That adventure may be mundane or it may be life-altering. We don’t know. I take a leap of faith every day. I don’t see as much good in the world as I once did. I am glad I can help young people out now more than ever. We are all charged with pulling the good rope harder than ever.
I heard a lady on TV last night, as I turned away from the football game I was watching that went to commercial. I am forever guilty of giving the TV remote, which was me in the 1970s, a workout. Anyway, this lady was in New York and she said she feared that Broadway plays were dying a slow death. Her reason was that theatre goers wanted to be reminded of something they already know (revivals of old plays and music of groups already known) more than wanting to step out and make their brains work by experiencing and taking in a new play that requires original thought and processing. Maybe even a little original decision making also is problematic for some. This paragraph takes the essence of what the lady was saying and I certainly added my sentiment to hers. She was kinder than I am, certainly.
Perhaps I can relate here just a bit. High water finds itself in the strangest of places.
I suppose as long as there is a Harbor Town that is waiting out there.
As long as there is a Faith Harbor.
As long as there is a Sprayberry’s Barbecue in Newnan and a B3Q Barbecue in Corydon!
As long as goalposts are up.
As long as kids are still picking up guitars and drumsticks.
As long as there is anticipation as the lights go up on an empty stage.
As long as there is minor league baseball.
As long as there is a football locker room I can find my way into.
As long as I can see this.
From time to time, I will continue to speak the rights or a reasonable facsimile thereof.
Danny Johnson