Feet Faddish Three
It was hot today.
I got a reminder that three years ago on another July 13th I posted a photo of my feet, next to the pool I had just opened and the palm tree I had recently planted. Feet Faddish I called it. Then in September of 2021 I returned to my lawn chair with Feet Faddish Two.
Once again it’s the 13th of July and since it was hot and I was tired from working outside, I thought I would stop for the day, and revisit my feet, my pool, and my palm tree once more.
So I inflated my pool, and positioned my lawn chair so that my feet would rest “under” one of my palm trees. My palm trees are growing but I had a scare in April when we had an unexpected cold snap. My palm trees are still young so I wrap them in bubble wrap to protect them from the cold in the winter. I made the mistake of unwrapping them a little early this year and I thought I had lost a number of trees. Though most have come back, one didn’t make it and a couple more are struggling.
If you look close you can see on the other side of my pool is my Par One golf course green so the pool can double as a water hazard.
My sister-in-law Teesha has recently made the decision to retire to the somewhat mythically sounding place called Margaritaville, in South Carolina. I am happy for her. With my brother Carl now gone it has to be hard to remain in that house.
The Fourth of July week was pretty cool. Kim and I got to hang out with all the local family on the fourth. Later in the week we took Cameron out to the Eastern Shore to see my dad who he hadn’t seen in a while and spend some time fishing and crabbing. My California brother Gary was on the east coast with my sister in law Marie so we got to hang out a little.
Sunday morning I got a call from my old friend Donny R. We grew up together, spending time in school, the Boy Scouts, and Oceanport Hook and Ladder. Donny was a police officer in Oceanport and is now retired in upstate New York. His birthday is close to mine in June so I wished him a late happy birthday. Before I left New Jersey, we would often throw ourselves a combined birthday party in his backyard.
It was nice to hear from him. He told me he lives about 20 miles from Saratoga Racecourse and I told him that visiting Saratoga was on my bucket list so he said we were welcome anytime.
Though it was very nice to hear from him, when you are my age, phone calls from old friends from home often come with some bad news too. In the case of Donny’s phone call, it came with lots of bad news, the passing of three friends I knew from Oceanport.
Karen S. was the daughter of two of my mom and dad’s best friends so we saw a lot of each other growing up though she was a bit younger. And she ultimately married another friend of mine from Oceanport.
Larry Y. was another Oceanport guy and member of the Oceanport Hook and Ladder.
Kevin A. was an Oceanport guy who was also a member of Oceanport Hook and Ladder. Like Donny, Kevin was also a police officer in Oceanport. My favorite Kevin story is the night he found me and my buddy Joe (who I have written about a number of times before) after a couple of beers attempting to get Joe on the back of my motorcycle so I could take him home. Instead, Kevin nicely suggested we put Joe in the Police car and he followed me on my motorcycle first to Joe’s address to drop him off and then to my house where I waved him thanks and went safely to bed.
That was the mid 70’s. It probably wouldn’t happen that way now, and probably shouldn’t.
In less than a week we will acknowledge another year of our Donny being gone, this year will make twenty years believe it or not. His accident occurred July 19, 2002.
I have heard two messages discussing fear in the last week both originating from a similar part of our world on the Eastern Shore. One from our buddy Bill Ortt in Easton, and one in the Harriet Tubman story. Harriet’s birthplace was just a few miles from my parent’s house in Dorchester County.
I must admit Harriet has become my new Sheroe in recent days and I have been trying to learn as much as I can about her. Maybe that is another story for another day.
Trusting the information Kim received from the policeman she spoke with on the phone, Donny experienced no pain. But I have always been troubled by the concern of whether he experienced fear.
We know Savannah experienced fear that day and is still working to sort that out.
Bill Ortt’s message included quotes from Zig Ziglar, an author and motivational speaker who died in 2012.
Rev. Ortt explained that Zig would propose you could look at fear two ways:
One is FEAR meaning “Fear Everything and Run.”
The other is FEAR meaning “Face Everything and Rise.”
In Harriet’s story from the movie anyway, she is helped by a “conductor” on the Underground Railroad, Reverend Green who before she left on her first journey to freedom would advise her that “fear is our enemy. Trust in God. The North Star will guide you, follow the North Star…”
It’s a tough challenge but facing our fears does allow us to learn and grow.
And, trusting in God.
It worked for Harriet.
I know our Donny trusted in God, and that helps to mitigate the sorrow.
I don’t fear the day God calls me. And like my wise friend Donny R. said, every day we wake up and get out of bed is another birthday and should be celebrated.
It’s not that I don’t get scared. Like those times Kim is almost home from visiting her mother and the house is a wreck. But that is a different kind of fear.
Listen to Rev. Green and Father Bill.
Fear is your enemy. Trust in God. Let the stars guide you. And if you can’t see the stars follow the river.
Face your fears and rise up.
And as I remember the events of July 13, 2019:
“Cameron told me this morning that when I am not alive anymore, he wants my truck.
That caught me off guard a little but hey you never know.
You never know what God’s plan is.
So today, I think I will just sit by the pool, next to my little palm tree, and look at my feet.
The garage will be there tomorrow.
Me, and days like this, may not.”
Today was a day for me to take a little break.
And though I am really happy for my sister-in-law and her move to the mythical place called Margaritaville, I am sure that comes with some fears.
For now, me, with my little pool, my little palm trees, my banana trees, my one-hole golf course, I have all the amenities I need to rest my feet in my mythical place I can call “Box Wine Ville” if I want.
Fear will be there tomorrow, me, and days like this may not.
Trust in God, He will guide you.
Postscript:
Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families of Karen, Larry, and Kevin.
