It didn’t happen, but i almost wish it had.

En route from Atlanta to Asheville, we stopped at Clarksville, Georgia for lunch at a neat place called The Attic.

We wound through the delightfully old-fashioned interior to sit outside. It was lovely. The hostess, waitress was delightful. The food was excellent.

Across from us, sitting alone at a small table was an attractive middle-aged woman, obviously well heeled by her dress except for one item. Her fashionably hip jeans were torn in numerous places.

I wondered what if. i wanted to take a twenty-dollar bill out of my wallet, walk over, and give it to the lady and explain i didn’t want her to have to wear old, torn jeans.

i determined i would get slapped or worse and decided not to do it.

Still, if i run across this situation again, maybe, maybe…

We are traveling in the South. It is a trip for us, just for us by us really: a few friends around home, Lebanon and Nashville, not enough; sister Martha and her wonderful gaggle of good folks, good children, on Signal Mountain; a few sites of interest, old and new. i am writing a long post, probably a two or three part series about the trip. They will be posted (if i actually finish them) after we get home.

We are just over halfway through. The trip is planned, set by the master planner, Maureen. She is much more detailed than i, and many of my unplanned trips are gosh and by golly, frequently turning out better than expected but also with some major turns downhill.

If i were the planner. i might take a detour to Drexel & Honeybee’s Donations Only Restaurant in Brewton, Alabama, but it is about four hours of driving and southeast of Atlanta, the opposite direction of where we will be heading tomorrow. But if i could, i would have a meal at Drexel’s and Honeybee’s. i would “donate” at least $500 for my repast.

It would be worth it.

Thanks, Sean.

https://seandietrich.com/ribs-and-okra/

Home.

i’m going home. Maureen and i were planning grandiose trips to many places to see many family and friends. Then…well, you know, 2020 knocked the hell out of us. So we are restarting by going home.

There are about, oh, forty-leben folks i want to see. But this is the first excursion. Designed for both of us to get away. First shot.

Tomorrow, we will take flight on one of those silver birds and spend about four days in Lebanon, including seeing some folks in Nashville. On to Chattanooga, we will spend two days with my sister and the grand group of grandkids. Next stop will be Atlanta, both for seeing long time friends and give Maureen a taste of a place she saw for about a day when she was interviewing for a stewardess job — yeh, it was long ago enough they were not flight attendants. Then to Asheville, we will go: a place neither of us has ever been for a couple of more days before driving back to Nashville and our flight home.

Thirteen days. Not enough time to see all whom we wish to see.

i just want all of you folks back home, if i don’t see you this time, i will the next. i apologize for not doing it this time, but our time there will be preciously short.

i’ll be back.

Jiggety jig.

This is a post from several years ago. Tomorrow, folks across this country will be celebrating, many without having a clue or any respect for what our forefathers created. i will also, playing golf with a wonderful friend for the first time in several months because of health issues and scheduling conflicts.

Still, i will get home to two-block my ensign at the top of the hill at midday as U.S. Flag protocol requires. And i will stop, look at the fleet below my hill and then to Point Loma and its military cemetery. i will pay my respect for those who have died to protect our freedoms.

i refuse to use this day for some political agenda, to denigrate right or left wing blowhards who blow off their political pontifications for reasons i cannot grasp. i simply will acknowledge the fallen who sacrificed their lives for us, all of us, not for a political stance, but for the Constitution, the greatest effort yet to create a government for the liberty and equality for all of its citizens. i think this earlier post well captures my thoughts on Memorial Day, 2021.

Part of my moment of silence will be for Brian Lippe, mentioned in the original post, and who took the photograph there. Brian went to the other side a couple of years ago. will add his name to my Memorial Day list.

This morning, slightly after first light, i climbed the rough-hewn railroad tie steps up my hill and then up the remaining slope to my flag pole. i lowered the flag, flying at night because it is lit by a solar light, in accordance with U.S. Flag protocol, to half-mast.

At noon, i will repeat my hill ascension to raise my flag until it is two-blocked.

The weather  was cloudy and cool on my morning climb. It is predicted to be moving toward “sunny” on the second climb. “May Gray” is transitioning to “June Gloom” with a vengeance this year. We even had a light rain for an hour or so this morning. i like it that way now that i’ve gotten used to summer not really hitting the Southwest corner until July. It seems somehow fitting.

i am not a rah-rah person (unless it comes to Vanderbilt athletics). i prefer quiet observations of significant events rather than large crowds and pompous speakers. There are a number of old veterans like me who will drape themselves in old uniforms if they still fit and other replicas of when they were warriors, and will salute (some improperly) at certain moments as the bands play, the speakers pontificate (or make some unfitting political plea), and the crowd “oohs” and “aahs.” That’s just not my way of memorializing men and women of honor.

i’m not against that kind of demonstration, by the way, as long it is intended to honor the fallen, not some veiled attempt at a political agenda. i think such celebrations are a good thing, just not for me, not anymore.

i’m sure there are quite a few of those we honor today who would shy away from such celebration about them. So i am honoring them my way. i walked up there in the early morning, pulled the lanyard to the proper position, and secured the lanyard to the cleat. i turned and looked upon the Navy ships silhouetted the gray mist and thought of shipmates and those officers and sailors who did not make it to retirement.

This is the ensign…er, flag (ensign is the Navy term i used for almost a quarter of a century) after being lowered to half mast. The ridge in the background is Point Loma.

i turned my gaze northwestward toward the silhouette of Point Loma. i could not see the white stone markers from this distance, or even the Fort Rosecrans cemetery boundaries, just the silhouette of the ridge in the marine layer. But i will know it is there, and i silently thought of those soldiers, sailors, and marines lying there in repose who will later be honored in a red, white, and blue festive, but respectful ceremony with a large crowd. My silent little ceremony is no less of an honor to them. Those men and women deserve both the festive recognition and my quiet reflection.

Last night, Brian Lippe, a retired Navy SEAL, excellent photographer, and good friend, posted his view of the Rosecrans cemetery at twilight. It is even better than my recollection of what the cemetery represents:

The sun coming out midday is also appropriate. At noon when i raise the flag to its normal position, i will know those fallen honorees will be with me as i refocus. Thinking about the symbol representing why they gave their all. You see, that flag is not a person, a political party, a section of our country. We pledge our allegiance to our country. That allegiance must continue.

Military enlisted personnel “…solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.”

In their commissioning oath, officers “solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign or domestic, that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservations or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office upon which I am about to enter; So help me God.”

It seems we forget those oaths. The oath does not allow for disrespect to the President. We swore to obey his orders.  But not because of who he or she is, or what their political bias happens to be. Our military is led by a civilian because that is the way our forefathers designed the best model for a country before or after. We are all in this together. We are not supposed to be divisive. We are all immigrants, even those tribes of people who came long before others. We are not separated any longer as second-tier inhabitants or citizens. We are all citizens. Those men and women lying in those graves didn’t stop because of another citizen’s race, religion, or political leaning. They died for all of them, all of us. They died for our country symbolized by this beautiful flag hanging at half-mast until noon.

When i die, i have arranged to have my ashes put beside my parents’ graves in Wilson County Memorial Gardens. Maureen may follow suit. That is her decision. The small grave markers lie flat in the ground in that section of the cemetery. I hope there is room on the marker to simply note i served my country. That, and knowing i have joined those whom i honor today is enough.

Thanks, this country of America, for being just, and kind, and free, and for honoring those who have served you nobly with the greatest sacrifice.

No, i’m not whining as usual. i mean i could go on and on about how they keep changing the rules and making it worse.

But you know what? They will still do it, and i will still watch it although that resolve may be tested if they install the designated hitter in the National League.

But the other night, The San Diego reliever, Nabil Crismati, pitched against Astro hitter, Yuri Gurriel. The major leagues are a great representation of a game for everyone.

Yeah, there are some problems and prejudice is still there, especially among a number of low life fans.

But man, that matchup between the Astros and Padres said something to me.

Now, i’m turning off my computer and watch the recorded version of today’s game between these two clubs, so please don’t tell Maureen or me the score before tomorrow morning.