I hadn't thought about him for months.
But during the Spring and Summer the windows tended to be open we'd hear him every night just at dusk.
One minute of thumpity like music.
Always the same melody, always the same duration of time.
Then the Fall and Winter took over and there was the wind and the rain
the closing of the windows making it hard to hear anything outside.
But, in the last week it had been unseasonably warm (but there is no such thing as climate change!)
So, the windows were open a smidge.
I was sitting on the windowsill, watching the world go by when all of a sudden, I heard it.
It had completely slipped my mind in the following months but now there it was.
I listened the next day...
and there he was again!
The guy playing it had been something called a fighter piolet. During something called the Korean War
in something called the Army.
That's, where he had learned to play Taps.
You know me...
I had to investigate Taps
Isn't it amazing how 24 perfect little notes can dramatically affect someone's life?
life, death
joy, pain,
hope, despair.
9 days later I was sitting in the window and heard him.
Then I heard another person yell " thank you "
I wasn't sure why but I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.
After all this, I remembered something Joe Biden said in his State Of The Union address,
he said, "You can't only love your country when you win!")
It's something we seem to have forgotten.
Something so basic and so honorable.
We have become so divided and so self-serving and spoiled.
We don't vote but we wine and cry and bi*** and moan that things are a mess.
We can do better!
So, we would like to yell too.
We would like to yell " thank you" to the thumpity guy and the guy who thanked him and to all of
those who vote and get involved.
Thank you for reminding us of who we can be.
Have a great Sunday.
Noodle and crew...
