“Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.”
-Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
My brother and I headed out to the turf club near the Philly stadium complex yesterday. I hit a little bit on an easy exacta and, unfortunately, we both out-second-guessed ourselves on a big Monmouth trifecta which included a nice showing by a horse named Jersey Brother of all things! The turf club is a place where you can totally dress down and be yourself on a summer afternoon. You can come dressed in dark blue cotton shorts held up by suspenders, with feet clad in sandals and socks. No not me, but some old guy actually strolled in dressed like that! These days, there are no places inside to smoke a cigar, as was the case not too far “back in the day”. However, a decent burger for dinner and a couple two-fifty pints of Pabst Blue Ribbon are still en vogue on this warm day in late May.
I happened to be sitting under a flag that I had photographed and digitally enhanced to illustrate the right side of this blog entry. Obviously, I feel it underscores the whole point to what we all should pause and reflect on right now. Betting slips, and burgers, days at the ball park, the sartorial choice of socks with sandals and shorts with suspenders, or summer days waving at beautiful women on bicycles; these are moments that colorize the American dream for which so many came willing to sacrifice all.
I hope all reading this have enjoyed their holiday weekend, just as we rejoice in the hard fought freedoms which inspire us to create words and pictures to mold our stories of life as daring, courageous, visionary Americans.