I've been thinking of the many ways I have been lucky in life. Born in America, moderate Indiana climate with plenty of water, power/energy, food. I have never gone one day in 72 years without a meal. Not one day. I was born white, a male. Never had to go to war, though I narrowly missed Viet Nam. I've realized only in the past year or so that I was one of the "cool kids" in school; never picked on (that's the cool-kids test). I've had more than one person tell me that I "have dignity" - it never occurs to me. I am an "only child"; never had to share food, attention, money, clothes. My neighborhood friends were my "siblings." Mother insisted I go to college, which I now appreciate more than ever. I got lucky in marriage, too; my wife is smart - and a talker, but that's okay, because I'm a listener. (She frequently serves as my "social credential.") Mother told me to go into business for myself, another
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Out for a few days. Golf was good three days in a row. Hilton Garden Inn was unsatisfactory. Toilet did not flush. Switched rooms, and TV remote didn't work. They put me in the handicapped room, and I'm not handicapped. No jet tub. Handicapped stall shower only. Bathroom mirror at wheelchair height. Place wasn't clean. One pillow smelled. In all, not a good lodging experience.
Margaret Bernice (Aton) Graves (1917-1979) This is my mother at age 44. This photo was taken April 15, 1961, at the cabin built by my father at Prince's Lakes. (Yes, "Prince's" is spelled correctly. A guy named Prince built several lakes there.) I was 11 years old at the time this was taken. Dad completed the cabin in 1960, and my parents sold it circa 1969 to help pay for my college education.