Well, heaven knows that I would be wise to be in bed right now. How my long-suffering wife tolerates me is a mystery. But, something has come into my mind that refuses to wait to be expressed.
Typing it is a challenge, too . . . all because of an exceptional bottle of Chambourcin from Fox Meadow Winery near Front Royal, VA. It is an exquisite wine – WAY too easy to drink, and it makes my already stupid fingers even more prone to mistakes.
Anyway, I guess that I was about ten or eleven years old when I experienced one of the most wonderful feelings in my life up to that point.
My childhood was not easy. My father was a Disabled Veteran as a result of a bullet wound incurred during his stint in the Army during the Korean conflict. He lost the use of his left hand and, worse yet, he had sever post-traumatic stress disorder – a condition that didn’t even have a name back then. Oddly, I suffer from the same condition as a result of combat experiences while in the Navy; like father, like son.
My mother was a control freak and, for all intents and purposes, physically and emotionally abusive to me and my brother whenever her day didn’t go the way she wanted, (which, apparently, was pretty often). As you might imagine, I looked forward to opportunities to be free.
So what is it that “felt so good?” It was the sun.
One of the happiest memories of my childhood, (and I do not have many), is that of sitting on the curb in front of my house, my arms crossed upon my knees, head resting on them, and feeling the morning sun as it warmed my back. The birds were singing, the neighborhood was quiet, and the warmth and silence was an exquisite experience. To this day, I cannot recall a better feeling than that peaceful, warm feeling.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, as one of my friends from the neighborhood disturbed my repose, thinking that something was wrong – because I was sitting on the curb with my head on my arms. In fact, for a few moments, everything was right.
No lesson here – just a memory that insisted on being shared.
Many Blessings To All…