120 days, not a long time but, maybe just a nuff to get started.
Flash back to Sept 1st 2024, 5:00am on a cool fall morning. Sitting in the kitchen, with the first cup of morning joe, quietly listening to the animals, rising from their nighttime slumber I realized my mind was drifting off to when I was a child and my first balsa wood airplane, (rubberband powered too).
Plus saturday morning cartoons and early morning programs, to keep me out of my moms hair while she made breakfast.
Superman, Mighty Mouse, Red Ryder TV series (that was new and exciting). Plus Saturday morning repeats of "Jim Bowie" from earlier in the weekly schedule. Our local station loved to run repeat scheduling for additional advertisments. 90% in black and white. I didn't care. I was gearing up to be a cowboy.
Remembering the smell of bacon frying, the sizzle of sunnyside up eggs, what had happened over the years. Why, had we forgotten the good times.
Times which had made me who I am today, it was frustrating.....
