Call it me being lazy. But, sometimes, I like to lay in bed after I wake up and just close my eyes and, get real still and wait for an inspired thought or message from above. Most times the heavenly email box is empty and I get to thinking about how good a coffee would taste. Next thing I know I’m getting up. Usually the first thing I do is to stub my toe on a box of records and that’s it for enlightenment. But, today I felt like I might get lucky. So, I’m laying real still and quiet. I could feel the lightness begin. Little pulses of light behind closed eyes. Here we go I’m thinking. I said to the powers that be “Ok, up there what do you got for me?” Soon it happened, mysteriously my bedroom door slowly opened. A presence entered the room silently and came to my bedside and stood there near my side. I waited for the communication. Suddenly, it happened, I heard a very quiet whine. It was Millie our Hound wanting me to get up and take her out. Silent as a tomb, she walked into the room. But, she was silent no more. Gosh, all the barking and butt sliding. Forget meditating. It’s time to get up. Next thing I know I’m running around the bedroom trying to find my slippers. Of course, I stubbed my toe. At the door, I calmed down and rubbed Millies big ears as I attached her leash. I talked a bit to her, “Millie, you know I was trying to et enlightened back there. Couldn’t you wait?” Evidently not. So out we went into the day together looking for just the right spot. As Millie was sniffing the yard and squatting here and there as the morning sun peeked through the trees, starting a very pretty day, it hit me. Millie was my messenger this morning. Her licking my hand to wake me up was my heavenly message and all the ohm I needed for one day. Time for a coffee.
It’s funny but the little girl stopped singing briefly and was watching me talk with her mom. Mom and I we’re talking about what an alert and happy kid she was. I turned my gaze to the little one and from her perch in the shopping cart, she leaned around her mom so she could see me better and said “Hi”. Funny but that one word came out in a little girl voice but, in a grown up style. It was as if it came from the older person she will come to be. This was very subtle but, very intense. Right after that she went back to singing her song and munching on a gooey cracker or mushy cookie. (See yesterdays blurb for more on this story.)
There should be a very good show coming up at 10am this morning. I’ll be interviewing Will Spencer. Will is a retired policeman and said he’d like to come in and talk about his time as a public servant. I’m expecting a very good show. When I think about it, the people that I have always enjoyed being with are those men and women who do something to protect and serve us all. My short time in the Navy was a blast. Maybe blast isn’t the right word to use around a warship but you know what I mean. My fellow trainees and those I met who were out of training and into the real deal were pretty decent folks. They had lifetimes of stories. My rescue squad brothers were like a big wonderful family. Oh there was more than enough squabbles, but, when the alarm rang, everything was put aside as we flew out the door to where ever the trouble was. It was a joy to be part of a team that lived to save lives. When I was a college student and had that awful head on collision, crowds gathered and just gawked helplessly. It was an Ohio State Trooper who called for rescue and got down the embankment to help us. Now that I think about it, he was pretty young and just as scared as we were but, he was there and doing his best. I think also of our local police force. When everyone is so busy getting ready for Christmas, this particular police department holds this huge party for the poor kids in town. The kids don’t feel poor that day and it’s all smiles. This party takes months to prepare. I’m sure each person in the department has better things to do during the holidays. But, these folks see the party and their day to day duties as one of those better things to do. God Bless Them All.
Some of you may remember my stories of Thanksgiving dinner at my grand parents house back when I was a kid. All the kids in the family, which was about five or six of us, got to sit away from the grownups. We took over the breakfast room far from prying parental control. The moms should have just shoveled the meal into a trough for us. Actually pigs eat with more manners than we used. One highlight of the feast was to take these little slices of party rye and jam everything we could from our plates onto the bottom slice and then stick a slice on top and shove all that into our mouth. Gravy and coleslaw would squirt out our ears as laughter ringed the room. You knew the party was really out of control when we’d open our mouths and play train wreck.. Oh, we were rotten kids. No, we never got caught.
I was playing tunes at the Chatterbox yesterday. I was pretty tired from a long dee jay schedule this past week so, the only thing to do was to amuse myself by doing some serious people watching as the songs played. That kind of thing perks me up quite a bit. It’s almost better than coffee but, not quite. So, I’m looking around the room and I cast my eyes upon a little girl and her dad in a booth across the dining room. They were facing me. Mom sat across from them and had her back to me. The little girl was about two or three years old and her folks looked to be in their low thirties. The little girl looked kind of like both my daughter Sunshine at that age and, my grand daughter Sadie when she was a toddler. In other words she was a very pretty little girl and, she had the devil in her eyes. A plate of French fries came to the table. Dad tried one and rubbed his belly. She tried one and rubbed her belly. Dad picked up a big one and held it close to her mouth and, she bit at it like a fish going after a worm. So, now she picked one up and held it to for her dad to bite. He gobbled it all up. Real quick she grabbed one and held it up again laughing. This time dad, gulped at it but, she pulled it away real fast and stuck it up his nose. Then she grabbed another and stuck it in his ear. So, he tickled her nose with a French fry he had in his grip, She bit it and gulped it down. The war was on. Mom tried to get them to stop but, they pelted her with little crusty fries from the platter. Anyway, it went on like this till the fries were gone. Mom didn’t realize it but she had one fry with ketchup on it stuck to her ponytail. They looked like a pretty happy family to me. They made my night.
Once, there was this great civilization of plant life. Plants everywhere. Giant ferns and four ton potatoes roamed the earth in search of fertilizer. Some how many of the plants went extinct. Some survived whatever it was that killed their brethren. Still most of those ancient plants became one with the earth and became coal.
Here is a really cool thing or two I learned yesterday during an interview with Jerry Calcagno. Jerry is the chief of the Sussex County Canine Emergency Response Team. Pretty much his teams dogs are used for search and rescue. Jerry compared a dogs sense of smell to a humans sense of smell this way. Your mom is cooking soup on a chilly day. You walk in and take a whiff and know that she is cooking your favorite, chicken soup. In other words you know in one snort that what you smell is chicken soup. Your dog walks in, and with out really trying, smells the soup and actually could tell you every possible ingredient your mom used to make dinner. Your dog could differentiate chicken from parsley, and noodles from broth. Pretty cool huh? Every moment we shed sent from our bodies into the air. It’s a very tiny microscopic amount. Some of that scent falls to the ground. Some of it floats in the air. Search dogs use both sources to find the person they’re looking for. The great thing is they do all this good work because they can and because they really love doing it for us. Dogs are great. I’m gonna go kiss the hound of mine.
I had a very nice gig yesterday. It was a live broadcast from an assisted care center in north Jersey. Mostly, I played big band and crooner style music for the residents. It looked like they had not heard some of the songs I played in years. Seeing their smiles when a long forgotten tune hit their ears was treasure enough but, then something else happened. After a Glenn Miller tune I asked if anyone in the room ever saw Glenn Miller. Hands shot up with a yes. One older couple said they actually danced to Glenn Miller at some ballroom in Manhattan. I played an early Sinatra tune. One lady said she actually got to dance with old blue eyes. Get this, another lady said that Frank Sinatra lived on her street. She saw him all the time. There was folks in the room who actually stopped their daily chores back then to sit and listen to Fibber Mc Gee and Molly. In other words my talking about those good old days was one thing but, these folks were there. I think, given time, those memories would have come flooding out into the room by the bucket full. Just a few tunes,= and some small stories, got it going.
This just in from our listener and friend Scotty in China. Tonight is Moon Festival Night. In China, on this evening, families pack a basket with moon cakes and tea and they go out and have a family picnic under the moon. Moon cakes are kind of like round pop tarts best I can tell. I’m here to say that this is a great idea for the whole planet. There’s something really great about sitting in the dark and respecting the light. This sounds like a very ancient way to have fun and dig our lives in one fell swoop. Wait till you see the moon that’s out there tonight. It’s huge. Millie the Hound woke me up last night wanting to go out. The moon was waiting for us, seemingly right outside the front door, with a brilliant blast of light. It was like we walked right into a spotlight. Once Millie got through doing her business, we both just stared at the moon for about five minutes. Do yourself a favor and get some Pop Tarts and a little Lipton and out you go tonight for a great time. Thanks Scotty.