Speed Vacationing: Our 2,100-Minute Dash to Fun

A cabin near where we stayed was called “Lonesome Dove,” named after my favorite movie with characters Augustus McRae and Woodrow Call. We came upon this sign featured in one of the movie scenes. I’ve always thought my best friend and I (Brady Cornish, right) had a relationship much like Gus and Call.

With Dana and Brady in the hot tub.

Keeping my promise to myself never again to turn down a good photo, we turned back so Dana could get a pic with the Pizza Inn guy.

A wooden sawhorse still lodged in a tree from the White River’s great flood in 2008. It was called the “hundred-year flood.”

My best friend’s sister, Cindy and her husband, Danny were our hosts for our White River retreat. Thanks Boo!

Your Smiling Face…Dana

Whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself, because I love you, yes I do.

And when you give me that pretty little pout, it turns me inside out. There’s something about you baby … I don’t know.

Isn’t it amazing a man like me can feel this way. Tell me how much longer … It could grow stronger every day. How much longer?

I thought I was in love a couple of times before, with the girl next door, but that was long before I met you. Now I’m sure that I won’t forget you.

And I thank my lucky stars that you are who you are, and not just another lovely lady set out to break my heart.

No one can tell me that I’m doing wrong, whenever I see you smile at me.

No one can tell me that I’m doing wrong today, whenever I see your smiling face my way.

For another great music memory check out my post today here http://wp.me/p2wzTk-D

Days… and My Dad

“So teach us to number our days, that we may present to You a heart of wisdom.” ~ Psalm 90:12

It’s now been 143 days since my dad died.

Dad spent 1,461 days in the National Guard.

He lived to be 25,984 days old. Strange thing to put a finite number of days on a man’s life … Doesn’t seem long does it?

As of today, July 16, 2012, I am 16,928 days old. Looking at those numbers puts a certain perspective on a man’s life.

To the best of my calculations, somewhere around day 11,322 of his life, my dad became a farmer. Dad’s days defined him as many things, but, foremost, he was a farmer.

On day 18,563 of his life, dad called me. The days of harvest were getting into full swing. He said to me: “You’ve got to get over here son. You’ve got to see this cotton harvest. We may never have another crop this good.”

Duck hunting provided many good days in my dad’s life. This was a good day.

Two days later, I joined him on the farm – with a camera – to record what he imagined to be a historic day. Together we shot photos for the entire day.

The day after dad died, I compiled the still photos into the video you see below. The photos shot on this day record what might very well have been the best day of his life.

The next day, we showed the video at his funeral – as a tribute to him. It helped make an otherwise sad day, a happy one.

If you read the Bible, take a look some time at Genesis 2:15. I construe a certain message from that verse. I believe that on the 8th day, God Made a Farmer.

Today, dad lives in a place where the restriction of time and day matters no more. He lives in the eternal light of the never-ending day.

A typical day in my dad’s life with his trademark Dickies and toothpick.

Whatever your relationship with your dad might be today, I hope you’ll take stock, and enjoy the days ahead.

Days matter.

And so does your dad.

Here’s the video. Watching this makes MY day.

My Advice to John Edwards

The image at the right says it all about how many Americans feel about John Edwards today.

Many wanted him to pay for his transgressions, but as the analysts have said, there’s a big difference between being a criminal and having some major shortcomings in life.

Dear reader: Are you perfect? None of us is.

I was a political fan of John Edwards for many years. I believed he represented a new generation, of sorts, and a new way of thinking. I voted for him in his first presidential campaign, and although I wasn’t exactly fired up about John Kerry as a presidential candidate, I did vote for the Kerry-Edwards ticket.

Edwards now falls into the category of those who many Americans love to hate: Bernie Madoff, Casey Anthony, O.J. Simpson (who’s still searching for his wife’s killer), Octomom and many others.

Even though Edwards was essentially acquitted of the criminal acts of which he was accused, he still loses. He has to get up each morning and look at himself in the mirror, his family life is desecrated and his love of politics is forever out of reach.

As he left the courtroom last week, Edwards said he believed God is not finished with him. That’s true enough. He’s a brilliant man (despite making bad decisions), the second half of his life is yet in front of him and he’s a passionate man (though his passions may have been misdirected for a season.)

I’m hopeful for John Edwards. I hope he can re-frame his life into something good. In the meantime, I’d suggest:

  • Plant a garden and watch it grow, and listen to the spirit that speaks inside you.
  • Read the Bible, especially the stories of the great men who fell, yet God used them in miraculous ways, and listen to the spirit that speaks inside of you.
  • Go off, and be alone (there probably aren’t many friends to socialize with right now anyway) and listen to the spirit that speaks inside of you.
  • Start running each morning, and as you watch the sunrise each day, listen to the spirit that speaks inside of you.
  • Throw darts at the map, South American, Africa and Asia come to mind, go to the places your darts find, see how the people live, get a worldview and become a missionary in those places and listen to the spirit that speaks inside of you.
  • Pray for your kids daily, never give up on them loving you again, and listen to the spirit that speaks inside of you.
  • Take a long break from the news. People are going to say bad things about you for a long time, but what they say really doesn’t matter and it doesn’t define who you are and what you can reframe yourself to be, and listen to the spirit inside of you.
  • There will forever be consequences. Some of which you’ll live with a lifetime. Know that God’s not punishing you. It’s just life here on earth. And listen to the spirit that speaks inside of you.
  • Don’t ask for God’s forgiveness on a daily basis. If you’ve asked, and really meant it, He’s already done it. It’s over. And listen to the spirit that speaks inside of you.

As for the New Yorker headline above, crumple it up, set fire to it and watch it burn.

I’m pulling for you, John. We all make mistakes.

Two Men Defending Their Honor and Courage: What Happened to Boxing?

“Boxing is drama on its grandest scale.” ~ Howard Cosell

Half asleep on the couch last night, a random pay-per-view promotional caught my attention.

And it got me thinking. What ever happened to the great sport of boxing?

The sweet science. Where has it gone?

This milestone sports moment actually happened a year before I was born, but the poster hangs on a prominent place in my home office. The intensity of the moment is an inspiration to me.

“When you saw me in the ring, it wasn’t just so I could beat my opponent. My fighting had a purpose. I had to be successful to get people to listen to things I had to say.” Muhammad Ali

The promotional was for an upcoming fight between two men whose names were completely and totally unfamiliar. It was a melancholy moment.

Maybe the greatest duo in sports history…

“Boxing is a sport at its most beautiful, most primitive, most natural. Two men defending their honor and courage in a ring surrounded by observers, whose love for the sport is essentially spiritual. Boxing is the last refuge of the modern-day warrior.” ~ Thomas Donelson

When I was a kid, boxing was a big deal.  A couple of times a year you could count on a big-name fight usually broadcast for public consumption on ABC. The personalities and legends who would enter the ring were huge. It was a larger-than-life event when a big fight was broadcast from some exotic location at any given place on the globe.

Promoter Donn King was a ringside fixture at the championship bouts. He wasn’t hard to see.

My dad and I weren’t particularly huge fans or followers of boxing, but a match when a heavyweight championship of the world was up for grabs was a major event. For 90 minutes or so, the world stopped. It was the perfect setting for father-son bonding.

“Unlike any other sport, the objective in boxing is chillingly simple. One man purposefully endeavors to inflict bodily harm on another man.” ~ Howard Cosell

Watching the promotional, a shocking reality came to mind. I don’t even know who the heavyweight champion of the world is today. How can that be?

What happened to the great sport of boxing? I miss those days.

A quick Google search this morning showed that a Ukrainian, Wladimir Klitschko is the reigning WBA heavyweight champion. Then there are the other heavyweight belts, WBC, IBF and WBO, and I didn’t recognize a single name there either.

The names I recall were truly great. They gave us thrills that will last a lifetime – Liston, Clay-Ali, Frazier, Foreman, Norton, Holmes, Tyson and Holyfield.

Not one of boxing’s greater moments as Tyson bites off a hunk of Holyfield’s ear. It was a defining moment for Iron Mike.

Who can ever forget the moments of the great bouts with Howard Cosell at ringside. No one ever called a fight like Cosell. People loved to hate him, but he was a brilliant man who, perhaps, made boxing even more than it really was.

“When George (Foreman) came back to win the title it got me all excited. Made me want to come back. But then the next morning came and it was time to start running. I just laid back in bed and said, ‘That’s okay, I’m still The Greatest.'” ~ Muhammad Ali

How did the sweet science practically fall off the map?

I miss those days.

And speaking of fighting men, check out yesterday’s post at http://wp.me/p2bjEC-cY

Three of My Favorites from the Ecuadorian Adventure

Was watching a sunset to the west, then turned around to see this beautiful sight over Los Suenos del Mar toward the eastern mountains.

A mile high looking down on the crater of an imploded volcano 1,400 years ago … now some of the most fertile farmland you can imagine. The clouds are actually below where we’re standing.

On the beach in Puerto Cayo, I love the ray of light coming down from the left in this photo.

Our Relational DNA: It Spans the Globe

This sweet lady sold me a pancho at The Middle of the World equator monument in Quito. She reminded me of my grandmother. The pancho is a rather GQ look if you ask me!

Dana and I had a number of reasons for undertaking a 10-day adventure in Ecuador, but chief among them was to immerse ourselves in the culture.

We knew there would be a number of challenges. We have an elementary grasp of the language, knew we would be traveling in unknown territory and had established only a few on-line relationships with a few American expatriates prior to our journey into Guayaquil and our ultimate destination to Puerto Cayo.

This Ecuadorian group of family and friends was on holiday at Los Suenos del Mar, and as they were posing for a group photo I ran to them to get a photo of my own. They were thrilled that I would want a photo for myself, and we spent the rest of the day, posing for more group photos together and sharing stories about our families.

For certain, there were many challenges, and we embraced them. Some have asked about our takeaway from the trip, and for one, I can say to no small degree that my faith in humanity has been restored.

This group of local tourists had been partying all night. As I walked to breakfast, bleary eyed at 7:45 on a Sunday morning, I was yet to have my first cup of coffee when they insisted that I share in a drink of the local spirits. I couldn’t say no! Viva la Ecuador!

People are good. I believe that again. And our last day in Puerto Cayo confirmed that belief.

This is my new friend, Manuel, and his two young sons. We are tough hombres!

Whoever we are, and wherever we live across the expanse of this globe, we have an innate desire to be relational … and it only takes a single kind gesture to make a lifetime of memories.

The woman at center is an Ecuadorian school teacher. She insisted that her daughter practice her English with my wife, Dana.