A poem by a High School friend

I graduated from Mooresville High School a few years ago and was able to reconnect with some of my High School friends recently because of Face Book. Here is a poem that I found on one of my friends Face Book page. I think you’ll find it interesting and appropriate for today. My friends name is Chuck Kellum. He gave me his permission to post this. Enjoy!

The Snow is Falling

The snow is falling,
The snow is falling – –
It’s falling,
falling,
And my heart
Is calling.

Calling out for a warmth once known;
Calling out for a kindness shown;
Calling out for a love that grew;
And calling,
Calling, . . .
For the ever new.

Bundled up against the cold – –
The snow is falling,
And I am getting old.

Copyright 2010 by Chuck Kellum

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Snow Delay

Nothing like ten inches of snow to slow you down and change your plans. This is the biggest snow and the coldest weather we’ve seen since the blizzard of 1978. I’m not complaining. I have a fireplace and plenty of bread, soup, milk, cheese and crackers.
I was hoping to be able to get my stuff packed and into storage before I head south. Doesn’t look like that will happen. Guess that I will have to come back after the snow melts. Now my plan is to leave as soon as I can get the mini-van repaired. In the mean time I can help shovel a little snow and binge-watch old episodes of Cheers. Still waiting to hear back from my insurance company about the claim. Insurance companies are often like 90 year old men. They are not in any hurry.
I have been enjoying learning to play my ukulele. This is something that I am doing for myself. If I ever get good enough to be able to play for an audience I will be happy but I don’t expect to ever cut a CD or play at Carnegie Hall. A friend once told me that it is o.k to be a little selfish. Right now my favorite audience is ME.
Stay tuned! I promise there will eventually be some adventure to report. In the mean time I would welcome any comments or suggestions.

Holding pattern

I will be working at Lucas Oil Stadium tomorrow for the playoff game between the Indianapolis Colts and the Kansas City Chiefs. That will fulfill my commitment to Circle City Sound for this season of Colts football. I am in a holding pattern until the mini-van is repaired and ready to roll. Two questions that I have been asking myself over the past few months as I have contemplated traveling this year, “Are you willing to leave the comfort of your condo? Why are you so willing to step outside of your comfort zone?”
So far my best answer is that I am expecting an adventure.
Adventure is on hold until all the details are worked out.

I can’t get out of here soon enough!

My instincts were telling me that I should leave Indiana the day after Christmas. Do I follow my instincts? Obviously not as often as I should. I woke up at 6:30 this morning and headed over to my brother David’s building to help clear the sidewalks. We got about 4 inches of snow over night. When my work there was completed I was driving home across 465. Traffic was very slow and the snow was making things hazardous. I was driving about 35 miles an hour in the left Lane. Suddenly a lady ahead of me in the right Lane lost control of her vehicle and she spun around heading straight at me. I tried to avoid her but we both turned in the same direction. She managed to get her car headed back in the right direction but ended up right beside me. She pushed me off the road and into a ditch. I was working hard trying to keep my van under control but it was no use. I was off the side of the road and stuck as she drove up the exit and out of sight. I didn’t get her plate number. I walked up the ramp and located a Bob Evans where I called a towing service. The driver picked me up and we soon had the van loaded onto his tow truck. The van had been damaged on the front driver’s side quarter panel. The door opens and closes but it will need to be repaired. $500.00 deductible will make this an expensive event not to mention the $75.00 tow.  Now I am certain that I should have listened to my instincts! I realize that bad things happen but frankly after the events of the last four years of my life I’m feeling “enough is enough already”.  I can’t get out of here soon enough!

 

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