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Chapter 9
Finally, it’s our day off.
We got up and the news is rolling now, the back side of the storm
eye wall has hitting. The
quotes I made in the interviews are all over the news, all the comments
now taking plugs of statements, and made into a collage of digital
presentations. The
compositions were fun to watch with all the editing, camera work, colors,
framing backgrounds. It looks
like someone spent a million dollars on the best segments and
presentations on my behalf, and why? I
wasn’t running for anything, just spoke up with a few of my ideas.
The most comforting thing was that no one was taking a negative
approach. They were tagging
lines like, refreshing ideas, modest approach, and reluctant candidate, me
not remembering that I was running for anything, and that most predominate
tag line that surprised me the most, The Golden Boy.
Stories were coming across all networks of the news, both local and
national, that a refreshing, simple, non egotistical way of thinking was
emerging from a newly discovered “Working Man of America”, one that
sees and thinks clearly, a flattering portrait of compliments, and support
about me. It was a wave of
excitement, to the point that we had to turn the TV off.
It was consuming us with the news, of something that we created and
was happening in my head! As
the brain clutter of the excitement started to come to a peak, we decided
to get out and paddle a while. A
quiet river sounded just like the answer, looking for arrowheads, rocks,
and just float, a relaxing afternoon was what we needed.
We shut off the satellite TV, and gathered our gear for a day on
the river. “You did OK,
Goldie.” Margie finally gave
me her approval. Sometimes
that is all I need, and this time, it was.
With a deep breath I thought to myself, this day was going to be
excellent!
Enjoying the start of our paddling
trip, we couldn’t help but think about it.
“What do you make of all this Goldie,” Margie asking me?
“Nothing much” “What
are you going to do?” Nothing.
“What do you mean nothing?”
“I haven’t been asked to do anything.
If they want to ask me to do something, we will have to cross that
bridge when we get there, but if it dies off tomorrow, I wouldn’t be
disappointed. I really don’t
have a personal agenda. Maybe
they will listen to the ideas, and get someone humble up there this next
election that serves from a servant posture, not ego. Do
you see anything over there?” “No,
every rock I think is an arrowhead is a block by the time I dig it out.
They look flat buried in the sand.
The water is really clear today.
It looks like a magnifying glass.
It does make it easy to hunt for them today.”
I get lost looking for arrowheads.
It takes me away from daily life, and everything else gets lost in
the moving river sounds. Nature
has a natural cleansing effect for your soul.
It takes you away from every commercial attempt of selling things
to you, noise from phones, honking horns of cars, and the quiet breezes
and rippling water makes everything ok, like all is right, right there in that spot, I like it a
lot.
The day relaxed us, as we head down
the main street of our neighborhood. As
we turn the corner we see a big plume of smoke.
My heart started beating hard!
As we got closer we saw the familiar crowd in our yard, but this
time it was firemen and police. Oh
My God, our house was gone…
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