Wednesday, May 5, 2010
The Good Ole American Way
I remember the days that we would spend at the lake fishing with cane poles and catching bass after bass after bass. That was all we called it, "the lake." I still don't know what the name of that lake is, but I'm sure that Granny will tell me when I talk to her. The only thing better than eating the fish that we caught after Granny fried it up for us was getting to take the boats out on the lake. I still remember the smell of the water and moss covered trees, and the feel of the wind rushing by as Papa opened up the throttle once we got out into the lake. The best weekends were those when all of us could make it up there. Grandma and Grandpa, Granny and Papa, and the family. One memory that always comes back is of Kelli catching a catfish without even knowing it because it was wrapped up in algae. It was a simple life that enjoyed cold coca-cola and peanut butter crackers while watching the fishing poles go untouched for hours. As far as I'm concerned, it is the simplest pleasures in life that give us the greatest satisfaction. BBQ with family, a fresh peach in the middle of summer, catching a fish, watching a movie with my wife, or laughing with family and friends. These simple things are what makes life special. Thank God we live in a country where we can choose to enjoy the simple things and make our lives what we want them to be.