BLUE MOON IN KENTUCKY. Pt. 3

(Cont. See Pts. 1&2)

As I walked out into the front yard of the rural hilltop home of my Kentucky daughter, and absorbed the music of the king of rock n' roll I reflected on our all too short, but all too satisfying visit in the only two 'southern' states in northern segment of our nation. Southern by tradition and profession, if not by location.

Everybody and his brother were here yesterday. The children. The children's children. And the children's children's children. Well, to be accurate, the children's children's child. My great grandson. (Is such a thing even possible? Where did time go)? But believe me, it went.

I just had to have pictures. 

I mean, it's not every day one has the opportunity to be in the same locality as three other generations of one's family. Not the least of which reason is the thousand miles which lies between us.

Then there was my grandsons' ad-lib stage performance on their ad-lib stage. You see, smack-dab against the front wall of my daughter's living room is a rectangular limestone floor which my son-in-law so ingeniously constructed. And up against said wall is an old potbelly stove; (designed more for heat than for its original purpose).

And it is upon this 'stage' that Liam and Isaac so often perform before a couple of easy chairs upon which sit the alternating members of their audience.

This morning I was lucky enough to be included in that limited audience of two as my grandsons mounted the stage.

The ever vivacious Isaac smiles and asks,

"Can anybody tell me what my favorite drink is?"

And with his question comes my immediate response,

"Sprite."

(It helps that the beaming second grader is holding a green and yellow can bearing that label).

And with this, Liam trades places with his younger brother, and the performance continues.

"Do you know what I plan to do when I grow up?"

And before I can answer, he exclaims,

"I'm gonna entertain sad people on the street."

Speaking of 'sad' my son and I are headed home tomorrow. And I am all too aware of the passing of time, and the changes which are inherent with this variable.

No doubt, it will be a Blue Moon in Kentucky before I am presented with the opportunity to once again create such singular memories as these.


By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Vol. 53. Copyright Pending, 2017.

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