Bucket lists are supposed to hang around necks of those climbing the hills of old age - like amulets of accomplishment or lack of.
|Rapeling in Jackson Hole|
|Tony Allen - my hero!|
|SAY A LITTLE PRAYER|
|GOOD OLE DAYS|
I remember it was a time when religion couldn’t keep up with the issues confronting us each day yet our youth were trying to hold up simple principles predicated by Jesus Christ. Most authority figures were narrow minded, shocked, horrified by questions and didn’t like another vista of what the Bible said to young people. Was it too easy? Were we too radical? Did we have to lose John Kennedy, Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. to bust our souls so that reason and a change in policy could squeeze in? The 1960s were amazing. Probably the most active decade in history. Change happened and new routes toward reason and hope began to flower. We could love one another. We couldn’t or wouldn’t go back to where we had been, but we could certainly dance on the bees wings and find a new way to hold on. And we are still here. Thank you God.