In this Journal, I will attempt to strip away my protective veneer to view and communicate honestly what the truth is as I perceive it. My intent is to grow, for without an honest evaluation of the truth, how else can one fully absorb life's more difficult lessons and benefit by them. If I do this in secret, then I am still hiding behind a protective veneer, so it is being published online. If you find this Journal, you are welcome to read it and hopefully grow from it as well.



Sunday, November 3, 2013

Gannon And A Blue Corvette, 11/3/13

Yesterday (Saturday, 11/2/13) Anne's and my 5 year grandson Gannon and I went for a walk after we watched differing portions of his 8 year old big brother Brody's soccer game.

As we walked the surrounding neighborhood on a beautiful sunny day, Gannon pointed out various architectural features of the homes and we both speculated as to which homes were original, or largely original from the mid-1950's and which had been substantially rebuilt.

He walked up to some of the homes he liked and showed me which features appealed to him, particularly the Halloween decorations still displayed on the homes.

But what really got his attention was a metallic blue Corvette parked on the street. As best Gannon could see through the heavily tinted windows, the speedometer went to 100 miles an hour and he concluded that was as fast as the Corvette could go.

Although he liked the Corvette very much, he said that when he grows up he wants a Porsche "like Uncle Kyle's." And then he proudly told me of Brody's wish.

Gannon said when Brody grows up, he wants to have a Bugatti to race, because that's the fastest car. As I listened to Gannon, it was apparent the two little guys had shared their dreams about someday racing fast cars and each had his favorite.

A little while later when I asked Brody, he blushed and in a soft voice confirmed that was something he might do.

I treasure this time with these two little boys and of course the time I spend with their dad, Anne's and my son Kevin and their mother Melody, who is very warm and outgoing to everyone and the unofficial cheerleader to both boy's soccer teams.

But what most deeply touches me is listening to these little boys, knowing they will be little like this for only a brief time, and that I have the pleasure of sharing in their childhood joys and dreams.

Dick
And I think of their "Poppa," their other grandfather Ben Haney, who also treasures these wonderful times with these little boys. 

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