Meditations of a christizen (christian-citizen)upon today's topics.
|I look forward to another "meeting" of our local writers’ group this Thursday. It will involve an at least a partial live element to it. Some among us (but not I) will meet live social distancing and masked as required. I’ll tune in on the zoom end.
A recent ‘Word Courier’ entry, “Magical Moment”, (Oct 16,2020) spoke of how I shined as the better half of a sousaphone playing duo opening my high school band’s performance at Disneyland. That moment doesn’t happen if not for a decision made while still a junior high student. It was then that I accepted my middle school music director’s invite to switch from trombone to tuba.
The second item on my writing group’s recent “10 Things People May Not Know About Me” assignment is about my junior high experience. It reads as follows:
“I reminisce about junior high days with much more affection than I do with high school. We had school dances, annual movie musicals and sports. A social studies class broadened my horizons by introducing me to “Current Events” magazine. The Patty Hearst drama, Vietnam and Watergate made their way to my mid “70s adolescent consciousness. Also, a favorite language arts teacher, MS McEwen assigned a term paper of sorts to my eighth-grade class. This awakened the writer in me.”
Unfortunately, for whatever reason the writer in me went into hibernation. I’m not sure exactly when. The burning to write is back with me now but oh how I wish that flame never extinguished