So much for writing on a regular basis. Here it is
July first and almost another week has gone by since I sat down
reality is that we go from when we get up in the morning until dropping
sometime around 11 or 12 at night. Last thursday we took a drive
down to Grand Haven with my parents who came down to visit for the
Before we headed out to the end of the pier I mentioned
that this was where all the folks came to watch the sun set. My
dad asked if the people clapped like they did at the tip of Key
Clap? Nah, no one does that, maybe back in the 70's,
but they don't clap - not any more.
I stopped taking pictures long enough to sit down
and watch the sun slip below the horizon.
The crowd clapped.
As we wandered back todward town I announced that
as we passed the coast guard station I would once again have to
walk up to the bouy on display and ring the big bell. I figure that
it's best to let family members walk away like they have no clue
about whoever is off ringing the bell.
As I walked away from the bouy my father told me I
should have waited just a few more minutes so that I could have
run 4 bells for 10pm - and he instructed me that you ring the them
ding ding, ding ding.
a good thing to know, how to officially ring 4 bells, for two nights
later when Mrs and I went back to Grand Haven I waited until 10pm
and rang it right this time. As I joined up to her walking along
the sidewalk she said to me, "You know I'm going to have to
thank your father for telling you how to ring 4 bells. You also
know that every time you walk over and ring that thing some little
kid runs up and rings it right after you do."
"See, I'm a good role model."
"I'm not sure that's what you call a good role
I smiled, and stopped to point my camera back at the
pier in the last light of day.
For whatever reason, Grand Haven is home to what is
billed as the world's largest musical fountain. Every night after
dark the fountain puts on a 30 minute show which attracts quite
a few people who sit along the edge of a large park and watch the
show across the river.
turned to my wife and said, "You know, for all the years you
have brought the children down to watch this thing, we surely need
to have a photo in the collection."
We laid on the grass in the park and watched the flotilla
of boats continue in to their respective marinas and bearths. The
park was full of people strolling along the waterfront, sitting
on benches or like us, laying on the grass. As I watched the people
enjoying a warm summer night I thought of those people from thousands
of miles away that want to kill us, mostly because of the life that
It's a sad commentary on the world we live in, and
this year I fear not for my own personal safety, but for our collective
safety, as we celebrate the 4th around the nation.
Perhaps it's time to remember the words of Jefferson:
"The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.