Author: Judd, Brooks

Ten Items or Fewer

Item 1: Something tells me that next week is a big event for the CBA.It seems like only yesterday it was 1987 and I drove up with my wife and young daughters to watch Rick perform on stage at Grass Valley. How much music have been joyfully played since then?

I certainly hope that all of you who attend next week’s festival will pause for a second or two and give thanks to all the volunteers who work their bottoms off to put together this event. It doesn’t “just” happen by itself. Volunteers put in hours and hours of work and preparation to keep this event going. If you haven’t given some of your time and you enjoy the festival make a phone call or stop and chat with any of the board members and say those magic words, “I’d like to help out any way I can.” You can be part of the CBA legacy that keeps the lamps burning and the music and smiles flowing.

Item 2: We all forget things. It just seems that as we get older forgetting things become more frequent. What disturbs me now is not so much forgetting things but forgetting what it is I’m supposed to be trying to remember. Now that is scary.

Item 3: William, my adorable, lovable, five and a half year old grandson was preparing for bedtime when he spoke these words to his mother. “Mom, when I don’t dream at night it makes me feel like I am not alive. No one is there.”

Item 4: Call me crazy but I think I may be on my way to having a shattering Kodak moment. I was subbing for a teacher friend of mine yesterday. I have had the pleasure of being in her classroom many times since 1988.The back wall of her class room is pasted with glossy photographs of every class she has taught over the past thirty years.

A few days ago I was leading the class in discussion when one young gentleman (this is a third grade class) was responding to a question when it dawned on me that this young man’s face and name was familiar to me. I asked him if he had an older brother who had attended this school. He shook his head and said, “No.” I looked at him for a long time and said. “Are you sure?” He looked back at me with a smile and said, “Of course I’m sure.”

This just didn’t make sense to me. The boys face was so familiar and the name just stood out in my mind. I continued on with the lesson and in a couple of moments I just had to stop. I straightened myself up and posed the same question again. I said, “Payton, are you SURE you don’t have an older brother or sister who went to this school?” He stood up and replied, “Mr. Doghouse, my father went to this school.” At this time a student at the back of the room stood up ran to the back wall and quickly pointed to one of the class pictures and said, “Mr. Doghouse, here it is. Payton’s father was here in1991.”

I walked to the back of the room and looked at the picture. There was Payton’s smiling father beaming as only a third grader can. I quickly calculated how many years ago that was. Let’s see 2014, minus 1991 that makes about let’s see, carry the one, borrow from next door, um, let’s see about 23 years. Heck, where is my abacus?

Item 5: For Father’s Day, my daughter Rhiannon treated me and her husband Mark to a show at Harlow’s night club in Sacramento to see Tab Benoit. Mark is a big fan of Tab Benoit, a Cajun blues guitar singer songwriter from Louisiana.

The show was a sell out. Tab opened with three hot tasty blues numbers. The crowd was cheering, raucous and friendly and after his third number Tab began talking with the crowd in his lilting Cajun voice. He began to introduce the next number when a well oiled young lady yelled out, “Hey Tab! Play this song for my friend. It’s her birthday today!” Tab took a deep breath and smiled, looked at the young lady and said in his Cajun seasoned, soft, and soothing voice, “I can’t believe you just $^#^# interrupted me while I was trying to introduce a song. Go to your office and you can fax it to me.” The crowd went wild and began to cheer. Even the offending loud mouth dunderhead smiled in a sheepish manner. If only all of societies rude behavior could be so easily dealt with.

Item 6: June 30 is the end of the fiscal year. It is also the day I will no longer be 65 and be staring directly at the double six. It should be a great year.

Until the 4th of July: Read a book, hug a child, pet a dog, stroke a cat, eat a bar of chocolate and walk with a smile and a purpose.
Posted:  6/6/2014

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