Five Minute Friday — Red

Here’s this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday. You might remember the task is to write for five minutes on a specific prompt word. The initiative was started by Lisa-Jo Baker (http://lisajobaker.com/2013/09/five-minute-friday-red/) who thought about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And she figured, why not take five minutes and see what comes out — not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing. I’m proud to be one of the hundreds of bloggers who take part each week and look forward to reading what others write. It’s always a treat reading different interpretations on a common word.

This week’s prompt is RED.

Here goes. The timer is set for five minutes {clock starts now}

Here I am, sitting in an endless parade of red taillights. I have meetings to attend. I have things to do. This is so much of an inconvenience.

I look at the car to my right, also parked in a sea of red lights. She looks just as agitated as I am, thumping her fingers on the steering wheel. I look to my left. He and his wife are actually talking, calmly and quietly. Wait, she’s reading for a book. It’s a bible.

On no, my face is turning red. Here I am complaining and fretting about a little inconvenience when my Lord spent His final day spilling his crimson red blood … for me.

My face should be turning red. And I should realize my problems aren’t unique to me. There is a plan. There is a reason I’m stuck here.

Maybe I should ponder that. Maybe I should learn to slow down … STOP

… Maybe that’s the lesson of the red tail lights.

Well, that’s it for another week. How would you define worship?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.

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Country Christian — No. 5

Country Christian — a genre of country songs that have — at least for me — a Christian message.

I opened the series with Beer with Jesus by Thomas Rhett, way back in October (Oct. 13). Since then I decided to rank my Top 10. I ranked Beer with Jesus fourth as my favorite country songs with a Christian bent. To date, I shared my No. 10 pick, Alabama’s Angels Among Us (Aug. 17); No. 9, Red Dirt Road by Brooks and Dunn before they split up (Aug. 21), No. 8, When I Get Where I’m Going by Brad Paisley (Aug. 25); No. 7 The Little Girl by John Michael Montgomery (Aug. 29); and filling No. 6 was Watching You by Rodney Atkins (Sept. 1).

That brings us to my No. 5 pick, Three Wooden Crosses by Randy Travis.

The ballad reaches deep with a couple of twists that showed the genius of writers Kim Williams and Doug Johnson and recorded by Travis.

“A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin’ on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One was headed for vacation, one for higher education,
An’ two of them were searchin’ for lost souls…”

They were killed in an accident, but …

“There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there’s not four of them, Heaven only knows …

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an’ love for growin’ things in his young son’s heart.
An’ that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give ’em all a better start.
An’ that preacher whispered: ‘Can’t you see the Promised Land?’
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker’s hand…”

Then comes the twist. It’s the hooker who survived and had a son . The preacher telling the story is in fact the son of that hooker (holding up the bloodstained Bible as proof), who read the Bible that had been given to her by the dying preacher in the accident. In turn, her son eventually became a preacher himself.

To me, the song shows God has a purpose for all of us … the farmer, the teacher, the preacher and even the hooker. He has a purpose for me and you as well. We can’t understand it sometimes. We don’t see it sometimes. Three Wooden Crosses is a vivid reminder God has a purpose for our lives … whether we understand it or not.

“I guess it’s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It’s what you leave behind you when you go.”

To remind you of what this series is about, I enjoy country music. It can be raunchy and risque at times, twangy and bring out the best (or worst) of our redneck feelings {aw, come on, we all have them}. But, no matter what, it is always real — addressing real-life issues, warts and all. The country genre lyrics are honest, honest to goodness honest.

But at its root, the country music genre is a compilation of life in America — not the America of cities, but the rural America. It may have been born in the south, but its sound resonates in every state … even upstate New York. Despite its sometimes shortcomings, it buzzes with traditional American values — God, family and country. It’s not unusual to hear a country song with lyrics like “… five-card poker on a Saturday night, church on Sunday morning …” (Boondocks by Little Big Town).

Country music tells a story in less than five minutes, especially contemporary ballads. It’s the lyricist’s story … it’s the singer’s story … It’s your story … It’s my story.

And then there are those times when a country story just stops you in your tracks. Whenever you hear it, you make that connection with God. It returns you to communion.

So this series is about those country songs that have — at least for me — a Christian message.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Often fame is a matter of dying at the right time.

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A Year in Review

Anniversaries are a recognition of milestones. My wedding anniversary is Aug. 31. The anniversary of my wife’s death is Sept. 27. The anniversary of my entering the journalism field id Dec. 8 (part time) and Feb. 14 (full time). And the anniversary of my blogging was Monday (Sept. 2)!

It’s been a year since I began sharing my journey through the blogosphere. And it has been quite a year.

I officially signed up Sept. 2 {okay, actually my daughter signed me up because I had been procrastinating}. Since then, I’ve shared 230 posts {today is No. 231} that have been viewed 4,673 times by 289 followers in 56 countries. Most of my visitors have been from the United States, United Kingdom and Canada, but there have also been significant readership from India, Germany, Australia, Philippians, Italy, Nigeria and South Africa. Others visited from Singapore, Guatemala, United Republic of Tanzania. Ireland, Venezuela, France, Russian Federation, Japan, Poland, Hong Kong, Hungary, Egypt, Honduras, Barbados, United Arab Emirates, Indonesia, New Zealand, Bangladesh, Netherlands, Republic of Korea, Spain, Turkey, Sri Lanka, Sweden, Norway, Niger, Dominican Republic, Israel, Puerto Rico, Viet Nam, Iraq, Malaysia, Brazil, Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Thailand, Pakistan, Switzerland, Kenya, Macao, Serbia, Romania, Greece, Zambia, Belgium, Jamaica and Malta. I still can’t figure out the international appeal.

My most visited day was March 14 with 119 views. My most popular posts have been Beer With Jesus (Oct. 13), Refreshed … Rejuvenated … Restored (March 3),  I’m Great (July 27) and one of my most recent ones, My Wife, My Friend, My Love on Our Anniversary, posted Aug. 31. Other with higher than average readership were Pepperoni Dreams (Sept. 8), Amazing grace (Sept. 27), With a Song in My Heart (Nov. 8), Happy, Happy Birthday Sweetheart (Nov. 20), The Rap Against K-Mart (Aug. 18), Here Comes Santa Claus (Dec. 9), Five Minute Friday — Rest (March 15), Don’t Flinch (my first post, Sept. 2), Seaside Heights (July 20), The Empty Tomb (March 28), A Mouse, Chicken, Pig, Cow and Snake (Dec. 10), Babies (Feb. 7), Thanksgiving Traditions (Nov. 19), Five Minute Friday — Here (April 12), Mad Max (Sept. 6), Please Pray for Me (Aug. 10), Newspaper rant (Feb. 9), Closet Extrovert (April 7), Marriage and the Striped Horse (June 29), Not Perfect … Forgiven (Jan. 26), Five Minute Friday — After (April 5), I’m Getting Old (July 4), Five Minute Friday — Listen (June 14), Five Minute Friday — Bare (Feb. 8), Five Minute Friday — Opportunity (March 1), Kids Will Be … Kids (May 25), Cartoons (Oct. 2) and Famiglia (Aug. 1). I received the most comments on Refreshed … Rejuvenated … Restored, Five Minute Friday — Here, Five Minute Friday — Remember (March 22) and My Wife, My Friend, My Love on our Anniversary.

Over the year, I hope you’ve gotten to know me a little better … warts and all. I’ve shared my youth, my 40-year love affair with my wife, my family, my hopes and dreams, my struggles and — I hope — my faith. It’s the last point I hoped to drive home through my words … putting faith into action in everyday life and circumstances. In fact, the most common themes I have written about have been faith, family and relationships — three cornerstones of a balanced life. I’ve also favor posts about memories, Paterson, NJ {my home town} and prayer … although I am apt to write about anything that trips a trigger in my brain.

During the year, I hooked up with the Fellowship of Christian Bloggers and Five Minute Friday, a five minute blogging flash mob with an amazing group of talented, predominately home-schooling young mothers with insights I never would have imagined. I religiously follow my daughter’s blog, http://www.journeywithd.com/, and my son’s blog, http://empoweryou.facethewayhome.net/. I love the interaction with my new electronic buddies, Catherine, TamrahJo, Maryanne, Bryan and Christine. And we put together an e-story, Heaven Shining Through (https://wisdomfromafather.com/2013/07/03/heaven-shining-through/). I really would like to get some feedback on that. Download it to your tablet, snuggle under a blanket and give it a read. It is about 15,000 words.

All in all, I think it has been a good year. But it doesn’t matter what I think. It’s what you think that matters.

As I explained in my introductory column, I’ve been writing professionally (getting paid — not much, but getting paid) for 48 years. I’ve covered presidents and other political leaders, bishops and cardinals, professional athletes and everyday people. I’ve been to the White House, the National Cathedral, Yankee Stadium and the Little League World Series in Williamsport, PA. And I never was intimidated. But, as I sit here and put words down on paper — okay, characters on a screen — I still am petrified. I always knew my audience. I knew what they wanted. This time, however, I have no idea who will be reading this or, more important, what they want to read. I’m starting to get a feel, but I still need feedback. I need suggestions. I need constructive criticism.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: A person is not old until regrets take the place of dreams.

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Country Christian — No. 6

Moving right along, here is the latest installment on those country songs that have — at least for me — a Christian message.

I opened the series with Beer with Jesus by Thomas Rhett, way back in October (Oct. 13). Since then I decided to rank my Top 10. I ranked Beer with Jesus fourth as my favorite country songs with a Christian bent. To date, I shared my No. 10 pick, Alabama’s Angels Among Us (Aug. 17); No. 9, Red Dirt Road by Brooks and Dunn before they split up (Aug. 21), No. 8, When I Get Where I’m Going by Brad Paisley (Aug. 25); and No. 7 The Little Girl by John Michael Montgomery (Aug. 29).

Moving up my chart at No. 6 is Watching You by Rodney Atkins.

I chose this song because we parents — especially dads — need a reminder every now and then about our role and this seemed like the perfect example. We have to remember kids don’t learn by what we say, but by what we do.

The song starts with the four year old saying a four letter word after a quick hit of the brakes as his Happy Meal fries “went a flyin’ and his orange drink covered his lap … It started with ‘S’ and I was concerned, So I said, ‘Son, now where’d you learn to talk like that?'”

The little boy beams, “He said, “I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool? I’m your buckaroo, I want to be like you And eat all my food, and grow as tall as you are

“We got cowboy boots and camo pants Yeah, we’re just alike, hey, ain’t we dad I want to do everything you do So I’ve been watching you.”

Oops. When they get home, it’s out to the barn … for Dad.
“I bowed my head and I prayed real hard Said, ‘Lord, please help me help my stupid self’.”

With childlike bliss, the four year ends his day by getting on his knees for bedtime prayers. “He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands Spoke to God like he was talkin’ to a friend And I said, ‘Son, now where’d you learn to pray like that?'”

The boy replies, “…I’ve been watching you, dad ain’t that cool? I’m your buckaroo, I want to be like you…”

Parenthood — and especially fatherhood — is a big responsibility. There are alwats little eyes and little ears soaking in our words and actions. So we better be careful what we say and do … ’cause they’re always watching you.

To remind you of what this series is about, I enjoy country music. It can be raunchy and risque at times, twangy and bring out the best (or worst) of our redneck feelings {aw, come on, we all have them}. But, no matter what, it is always real — addressing real-life issues, warts and all. The country genre lyrics are honest, honest to goodness honest.

But at its root, the country music genre is a compilation of life in America — not the America of cities, but the rural America. It may have been born in the south, but its sound resonates in every state … even upstate New York. Despite its sometimes shortcomings, it buzzes with traditional American values — God, family and country. It’s not unusual to hear a country song with lyrics like “… five-card poker on a Saturday night, church on Sunday morning …” (Boondocks by Little Big Town).

Country music tells a story in less than five minutes, especially contemporary ballads. It’s the lyricist’s story … it’s the singer’s story … It’s your story … It’s my story.

And then there are those times when a country story just stops you in your tracks. Whenever you hear it, you make that connection with God. It returns you to communion.

So this series is about those country songs that have — at least for me — a Christian message.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Too many of us keep looking forward to the good old days.

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My Wife, My Friend, My Love on our Anniversary

Forty-five years ago, almost to the hour, I was in the courtyard at the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist in Paterson, NJ, contemplating the biggest decision I had ever faced in my young life. It was there I experienced a real moment with God. I mean, a burning bush moment. On my wedding day.

It wasn’t second thoughts or cold feet. I was a bundle of nerves waiting and waiting in the cavernous cathedral on what had to be one of the hottest days of the summer. So, unbeknownst to my best man or groomsmen, I went out the back door into a little courtyard for some air. That’s when I saw the stray dog and we really had a conversation. That was posted Oct. 6 under “A Moment with God” if you want to get the full story.

Meanwhile, my bride to be was exiting the limousine to the news I was “lost.” With the cue my best man “found” me, Karen started her walk down the aisle to The Wedding March. From my perch at the altar, my eyes fixed on a small white figure a million miles away at the narthex. And as she walked closer, my eyes bulged at this vision of beauty. Karen always said there were kids fussing in the pews and her Dad kept pushing her to the side off the satin runner, but all I saw was this incredibly beautiful woman gliding down the aisle toward me … me! As I took her hand, I whispered in her ear how incredibly beautiful she was and how incredibly proud I was that she was going to be my wife.

We re-lived that moment for 40 years … and I’ve re-lived it in my mind for the past five.

cartoon 2We were so young and naive back then. We thought we would live a fairytale life. We were going to the chapel to get married and life would be peaches and cream. We would never have to say good night and leave again.

It didn’t take us long to realize fairytales are … well, fairytales. Marriage was hard work and love was not a three letter word {S-E-X}. It meant putting our wants and needs aside to protect, honor and respect our mate. It meant sharing. It meant helping each other. It meant supporting each other.

It’s easy as the years roll by to start cutting corners, getting self absorbed in work or children to where your partner gets shoved to the background. We start taking each other for granted. That’s when it gets hard … and that’s when you have to marshal every ounce of energy to get back to the euphoria of day one.

It’s a commitment not meant for the faint-hearted. It’s a change in the way we think about ourselves and others. And it is hard, hard, every day work.

Karen and I were fortunate. We generally walked on the same path in step {Notice I didn’t say dance … that is just not a pretty picture}. But we worked at it … every day. We weren’t always successful — especially on the little things — but we were always working at it.

Gloria Gaither wrote a poem as a prelude to the song We Have This Moment titled When Did I Start to Love You? Karen confided it was on our wedding day. The combination of the heat, the excitement and the length of the service caused her to get a little woozy during Mass as she presented a bouquet to the Blessed Mother. I noticed and got up from my kneeler to tend to her as she sort of swayed back and forth. She told me at that moment, as I came to her and was holding her hand, she knew I was going to be there for her … always.

For me, I started to love her when I first was separated from her … and that love strengthened every time we were separated, be it for conferences, training, new jobs hundreds of mile away and even death. I quickly realized my life was not complete without her. Even today, five years after she died, I still need a morning coffee fix in her presence to get me going.

We didn’t write our own vows back in the dark ages. But, I think if I had to, this is sort of what I would have said.

I, Joe, take thee, Karen, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I’m not going to promise to be perfect, but I will promise to always love you through the good times and the bad times. With God’s help, the good times will be plenty and the bad times short and scarce. I promise to always treat you with respect and never to take you for granted. I value your opinions and your thoughtfulness and your passion and your listening spirit. I promise to stand with you through anything that comes our way. I pray our life together is filled with health and wealth, but if it isn’t, know I will still be there. I ask God to be the foundation of our marriage. With his help and acting together, nothing can ever defeat us. God brought us together. May He sustain us to a long, happy life together. I love you … yesterday … today … and all our tomorrows.

I may not have always lived up to those ideals, but I certainly tried.

Our first dance was to True Love. As we danced, we both welled up and promised each other our guardian angel would have a boring assignment {we still thought our live would be a fairytale}. I whispered in her ear what we had was “truly true love” and right on cue she whispered back softly “love forever true.” The song still brings a tear to my eyes.

danceWe may have thought our guardian angel — we referred to him as Clarence from It’s a Wonderful Life — was going to be like the Maytag repairman, but as I look back, poor Clarence was certainly kept busy. We always managed to get in a step deeper than we should have and it was good old Clarence who brought us back to solid ground.

And so, as we hit what would have been 45 years, I discovered an old anniversary card that still says it all …

When things quiet down
at the end of the day,
And you’re close by my side
where I want you to be,
When we share all our secrets
and dream all our dreams —
These moments with you
are so precious to me

For nothing could bring
such contentment and joy,
Or be a more wonderful
part of my life,
Than those day-to-day times
spent together with you
My best friend, my lover,
my beautiful wife.

Happy Anniversary
I Love You
Always
{underlines added}

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: The fellow who says he’s too old to learn new things probably always was.

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Five Minute Friday — Worship

Here’s this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday. You might remember the task is to write for five minutes on a specific prompt word. The initiative was started by Lisa-Jo Baker (http://www.incourage.me/2013/08/a-five-minute-friday-free-write-on-the-word-worship.html) who thought about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And she figured, why not take five minutes and see what comes out — not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing. There’s no extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Every Friday for three years {this is my first full year} hundreds of people have joined a kind of writing flash mob she hosts at her blog. I’m proud to be one of the hundreds of bloggers who take part each week and look forward to reading what others write. It’s always a treat reading different interpretations on a common word.

This week’s prompt is WORSHIP.

Here goes. The timer is set for five minutes {clock starts now}

There are some who believe worship is restricted to cathedrals and highlighted by stained glass. I’m not one of them.

Worship is everywhere … the blade of grass … the rose bloom … the wayward corn stalk … the night sky … a cool breeze … the snow-peaked mountain top in the middle of summer … new fallen snow … a baby’s smile … a dog’s tail wagging … a hummingbird … sand in your toes … watching the ocean ebb and flow … taking in any sight or sound that reminds us how ordered this life around us actually is.

Of course, worship is not only a religious experience. There are those of us who worship things without thought of their importance … things like money, cars, ambition, houses, vacations. They can rob us of a higher focus.

I can be comfortable in a cathedral or a small country church as a communal worship, but I personally feel closer to my God when I look at the ordinary things of life and … STOP

… recognize who authored it.

Well, that’s it for another week. How would you define worship?

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Keep the old as long as it is good and take the new as soon as it is better.

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Country Christian — No. 7

Moving right along, here is the latest installment on those country songs that have — at least for me — a Christian message.

I opened the series with Beer with Jesus by Thomas Rhett (10/13), way back in October. As I decided to rank my Top 10, I ranked fourth as my favorite country songs with a Christian bent. To date, I shared my No. 10 pick, Alabama’s Angels Among Us (8/17), No. 9, Red Dirt Road by Brooks and Dunn before they split up (8/21) and No. 8, When I Get Where I’m Going by Brad Paisley (8/25).

No. 7 is The Little Girl by John Michael Montgomery. You just have to listen to it to understand its impact.

You can’t help but be moved by the song. A little girl in a dysfunctional family … who witnesses her drunken father shoot her mother then himself while she hid behind the couch … her redemption with a loving, faith-filled family who took her to Sunday school for the first time … and the revelation “that man up there on that cross … I don’t know His name … But I know He got off … Cause He was there in my old house … and held me close to His side … As I hid there behind our couch … The night that my parents died.”

You just want to hug this little girl and keep her close … just like Jesus did.

To remind you of what this series is about, I enjoy country music. It can be raunchy and risque at times, twangy and bring out the best (or worst) of our redneck feelings {aw, come on, we all have them}. But, no matter what, it is always real — addressing real-life issues, warts and all. The country genre lyrics are honest, honest to goodness honest.

But at its root, the country music genre is a compilation of life in America — not the America of cities, but the rural America. It may have been born in the south, but its sound resonates in every state … even upstate New York. Despite its sometimes shortcomings, it buzzes with traditional American values — God, family and country. It’s not unusual to hear a country song with lyrics like “… five-card poker on a Saturday night, church on Sunday morning …” (Boondocks by Little Big Town).

Country music tells a story in less than five minutes, especially contemporary ballads. It’s the lyricist’s story … it’s the singer’s story … It’s your story … It’s my story.

And then there are those times when a country story just stops you in your tracks. Whenever you hear it, you make that connection with God. It returns you to communion.

So this series is about those country songs that have — at least for me — a Christian message.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Tennis is the only game where you achieve love and get nothing.

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Jersey Strong

One of my Reveille/Between the Lakes readers, knowing I was from New Jersey, sent me the following information. If you live/lived in New Jersey, you will appreciate the wealth of useful and not so useful information, walk down Memory Lane a little and generally be amused. One thing about Jersey folk … we’re proud of our roots.

I haven’t checked the full validity of these statements, but it doesn’t matter. We’re from Jersey and urban legends still reign.

So, here goes …

New Jersey has the second highest per capita income in the U.S.

New Jersey has three counties in the top 10 U.S. counties by income.

New Jersey was the first state to ratify the Bill of Rights (Nov. 20,1789)

New Jersey is a peninsula.

New Jersey is the only state where all of its counties are classified as metropolitan areas.

New Jersey has more race horses than Kentucky.

New Jersey has more Cubans in Union City (1 sq mi.) than Havana, Cuba.

New Jersey has the densest system of highways and railroads in the US.

New Jersey has the highest cost of living.

New Jersey has the highest cost of auto insurance.

New Jersey has the highest property taxes in the nation.

New Jersey has the highest population density in the U.S

Cartoonist Thomas Nast (Morristown) created the popular image of Santa Claus.

New Jersey has the most diners in the world and is sometimes referred to as the “Diner Capital of the World.”

New Jersey is home to the less mysterious but the best Italian hot dogs and Italian sausage w/peppers and onions. {I can personally vouch for that one!}

North Jersey has the most shopping malls in one area in the world, with seven major shopping malls in a 25 square mile radius.

New Jersey is home to the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island.

The Passaic River was the site of the first submarine ride by inventor John P. Holland.

New Jersey has 50+ resort cities and towns. Some of the nation’s most famous are Asbury Park, Wildwood, Atlantic City, Seaside Heights, Long Branch, Cape May.

New Jersey was home to the Miss America Pageant held in Atlantic City.

The game Monopoly, played all over the world, named the streets on its playing board after the actual streets in Atlantic City.

And, Atlantic City has the longest boardwalk in the world … not to mention salt water taffy.

New Jersey has the most stringent testing along its coastline for water quality control than any other seaboard state in the entire country.

The “Trial of the 20th Century” (the Lindberg baby kidnapping) was held in Flemington.

New Jersey is a leading technology and industrial state and is the largest chemical producing state in the nation when you include pharmaceuticals.

Jersey tomatoes are known the world over as being the best you can buy.

You haven’t lived until you have eaten New Jersey sweet corn.

New Jersey is a leader in blueberry and cranberry production.

In 1642, the first brewery in America opened in Hoboken.

New Jersey rocks! The famous Les Paul invented the first solid body electric guitar in Mahwah, in 1940.

New Jersey is a major seaport state with the largest seaport in the U.S. located in Elizabeth. Nearly 80% of what our nation imports comes through Elizabeth Seaport first.

New Jersey is home to one of the nation’s busiest airports,  Liberty International (in Newark).

George Washington slept here … actually everywhere in the state. Several important Revolutionary War battles were fought on New Jersey soil led by  General Washington. On Christmas Eve 1776 he crossed the Delaware to attack the Hessian troops at Trenton.

The light bulb, phonograph (record player) and motion picture projector were invented by Thomas Edison in his Menlo Park laboratory.

New Jersey also boasts the first town ever lit by incandescent bulbs.

The first movie studio was in West Orange.

The first western was filmed by Edison in the hills of West Orange — The Great Train Robbery.

New Jersey is home of the U.S. Olympic equestrian team.

New Jersey is home to the United States Golf Association (Far Hills)

The transistor was invented by Bell Labs in New Jersey.

The telephone was invented in New Jersey.

Samuel Morse’s code machine was built in New Jersey (Morris Plains).

The first seaplane was built in Keyport.

The first airmail (to Chicago) was started from Keyport.

The first phonograph records were made in Camden.

New Jersey has the largest petroleum containment area outside of the Middle East countries.

New Jersey has the tallest water tower in the world (Union).

New Jersey had the first medical center, in Jersey City.

The Pulaski SkyWay, from Jersey City to Newark, was the first skyway highway.

New Jersey built the first tunnel under a river, the Hudson (Holland Tunnel).

The first baseball game was played in Hoboken, which is also the birthplace of Frank Sinatra.

The first intercollegiate football game was played in New Brunswick in 1889 (Rutgers played Princeton).

The first drive-in movie theater was opened in Camden (but they’re all gone now!).

New Jersey is home to both of “New York City’s” pro football teams.

The first FM radio broadcast was made from Alpine by Major Thomas Armstrong.

The Great Falls in Paterson, on the Passaic River, is the second highest waterfall on the East Coast of the U.S. In 1778, Alexander Hamilton visited the falls and was impressed by its potential for industry. Later as the nation’s first Secretary of Treasury, he selected the site as the nation’s first planned industrial city.

A partial list of New Jersey natives (actually born, raised 0r settled) includes Jack Nicholson, Bruce Springsteen, Bon Jovi, Jason Alexander, Derek Jeter Queen Latifah, Susan Sarandon, Connie Francis, Shaq, Judy Blume, Aaron Burr, Dionne Warwick, Sarah Vaughn,  Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, the Jonas Brothers, Alan Ginsberg, Yogi Berra, Larry Doby, Norman Mailer, Marilynn McCoo, Flip Wilson, Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Edison, Frankie Valli, Charles Lindbergh, Whitney Houston, Eddie Money, Grover Cleveland, Woodrow Wilson, Walt Whitman, Jerry Lewis, Tom Cruise, Joyce Kilmer, Bruce Willis, Caesar Romero, Ice-T, Nick Adams, Nathan Lane, Sandra Dee, Danny DeVito, Richard Conti, Joe Pesci, Joe Piscopo, Fanny Brice, Annie Oakley, Jon Stewart, Stephen Colbert, Robert Blake, John Forsythe, Meryl Streep, Loretta Swit, Norman Lloyd, Paul Simon, Jerry Herman, Gordon McRae, Kevin Spacey, John Travolta, Phyllis Newman, Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Eva Marie Saint, Elisabeth Shue,  James Fennimore Cooper, Admiral William Halsey Jr., Dave Thomas (Wendy’s), William Carlos Williams, Sammy Williams, Ray Liotta, Robert Wuhl, Paul Robeson, Ernie Kovacs, Joseph Macchia, Brian Williams, Charles Gibson, Martha Stewart, Andrew Fastow, Francis Albert Sinatra … and, of course, me, my wife and three of our children.

You know you’re from Jersey when  you don’t think of fruit when people mention “The Oranges.”

You know it’s called Great Adventure, not Six Flags.

You don’t put pineapple on your pizza. And, you don’t buy pizza at a national pizza franchise.

You’ve known the way to Seaside Heights since you were seven (and that’s the truth, pthhh}.

You know the state isn’t one big oil refinery.

At least three people in your family still love Bruce Springsteen, and you know the town Jon Bon Jovi is from.

You know what a “jug handle” is.

You know WaWa is a convenience store.

You know the state isn’t all farmland.

You know there are no “beaches” in New Jersey — there’s the shore — and you don’t go “to the shore,” you go “down the shore.” And when you are there, you’re not “at the shore,” you are “down the shore.”

You know how to properly negotiate a circle.

You knew the last sentence had to do with driving.

You know this is the only “New” state that doesn’t require “New” to identify it (try … Mexico … York … Hampshire — doesn’t work, does it?).

You consider putting mayo on a corned beef sandwich a sacrilege … or ketchup on a hot dog.

You don’t think “What exit?” is very funny.

You know people from the 609 area code are “a little different.”

You know no respectable New Jerseyan goes to Princeton — that’s for out-of-staters.

The Jets-Giants game has started fights at your school or local bar.

You live within 20 minutes of at least three different malls.

You refer to all highways and interstates by their numbers.

Every year you have at least one kid in your class named Tony.

You know the location of every clip shown in the Sopranos opening credits.

You’ve gotten on the wrong highway trying to get out of the mall.

You know that people from North Jersey go to Seaside Heights, and people from Central Jersey go to Belmar, and people from South Jersey go to Wildwood. It can be no other way.

You weren’t raised in New Jersey–you were raised in either North Jersey, Central Jersey or South Jersey.

You don’t consider Newark or Camden to actually be part of the state.

You remember the stores Korvette’s, Two Guys, Rickel’s, Channel, Bamberger’s and Orbach’s.

You also remember Palisades Amusement Park and Olympic Park.

You’ve had a boardwalk cheese steak and vinegar fries.

You start planning for Memorial Day weekend in February.

And finally … You’ve NEVER, EVER pumped your own gas!

Thanks, Don, for sharing.

I hope you enjoyed a trip back to your roots or at least understand where we’re coming from when we say we’re from Jersey.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Librarians are novel lovers.

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Country Christian — No. 8

To remind you of what this series is about, I enjoy country music … especially when I’m in my truck. It can be raunchy and risque at times, twangy and bring out the best (or worst) of our redneck feelings {aw, come on, we all have them}. But, no matter what, it is always real — addressing real-life issues, warts and all.

I think that’s what I like most about contemporary country music. Life isn’t always hearts and flowers. There are breakups, separations, hurts, successes, failures, looking back, looking forward and everyday choices — not always good ones. There is hard driving, hard drinking and hard loving in life and the country genre deals with it all. The country genre lyrics are honest, honest to goodness honest.

But at its root, the country music genre is a compilation of life in America — not the America of cities, but the rural America. It may have been born in the south, but its sound resonates in every state … even upstate New York. Despite its sometimes shortcomings, it buzzes with traditional American values — God, family and country. It’s not unusual to hear a country song with lyrics like “… five-card poker on a Saturday night, church on Sunday morning …” (Boondocks by Little Big Town).

Country music tells a story in less than five minutes, especially contemporary ballads. It’s the lyricist’s story … it’s the singer’s story … It’s your story … It’s my story.

And then there are those times when a country story just stops you in your tracks. Whenever you hear it, you make that connection with God. It returns you to communion.

So this series is about those country songs that have — at least for me — a Christian message.

I’ve written before about Beer with Jesus by Thomas Rhett (https://wisdomfromafather.com/2012/10/13/beer-with-jesus/), which is ranked fourth as my favorite country songs with a Christian bent.  Last week, I shared my No. 10 pick, Alabama’s Angels Among Us. Moving up my list was No. 9 Red Dirt Road by Brooks and Dunn before they split up.

Today’s installment — No. 8 on my list — is When I Get Where I’m Going by Brad Paisley. It’s other-earthly … no double entendres … no hard driving, hard drinking or hard loving.

 

It’s a story written by George Teren and Rivers Rutherford and includes harmony vocals from Dolly Parton.

The video features footage of Paisley singing in a forest, as well as home movies of himself with his grandfather, Warren Jarvis. He also holds up photos of himself with Jarvis and his aunt Rita Takach. It also features many different people holding photographs of loved ones who have presumably died. Two notable people featured are Michael Reagan, who is shown holding a photograph of his father Ronald Reagan, and Teresa Earnhardt, who is shown sitting in front of a painted portrait of her husband, NASCAR driver Dale Earnhardt. Although she does vocals on the song, Dolly Parton is not shown singing in the video. However, she is shown holding a picture of a her grandfather, Rev. Jake Owens, who had died a few years earlier. She kisses her hand then touches the photograph in this scene. Figure Skater Scott Hamilton is shown holding a picture of his mother. John Carter Cash is featured holding a photo of his parents, Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash. Pixar director John Lasseter holds up a picture of co-director and fellow CalArts alumnus Joe Ranft who suddenly died in 2005 in a car accident. Various unknown people hold up photos of relatives who have passed on throughout as well.

The chorus sums it up
Yeah when I get where I’m goin
There’ll be only happy tears
I will shed the sins and struggles
I have carried all these years
And I’ll leave my heart wide open
I will love and have no fear
Yeah when I get where I’m going
Don’t cry for me down here.

I’m looking forward to meeting those who went before me again when I get to where I’m going. And I add to my friends and family, “Don’t cry for me down here.”

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Out of the mouths of babes come words we should never have said.

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Five Minute Friday — Last

Here’s this week’s installment of Five Minute Friday. You might remember the task is to write for five minutes on a specific prompt word. The initiative was started by Lisa-Jo Baker (http://lisajobaker.com/2013/08/five-minute-friday-last/) who thought about writing and how often our perfectionism gets in the way of our words. And she figured, why not take five minutes and see what comes out — not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing. I’m proud to be one of the hundreds of bloggers who take part each week and look forward to reading what others write. It’s always a treat reading different interpretations on a common word.

This week’s prompt is LAST.

Here goes. The timer is set for five minutes {clock starts now}

When I was a young buck, I made this startling revelation about choosing a date. I commented how sometime you’re last choice somehow ends up being you’re best choice.

Of course, at 18 in the still sexist 60s, that made sense. I wrote how sometimes, when you choose that perfect 10 blonde, you end up being bored to death on date night, while your later choices {I told you it was sexist} end up with witty banter and lasting friendships. You just never know until you actually talk to and learn about another person. That’s the lasting impression … not the fleeting eye candy.

In the naivete of the time, I journaled while talking about love, “All his life, it’s been him [the boy] who made the first move and phone calls, listened to the countless refusals and persisted with recalls. Sometimes, maybe five or six girls get called before one finally accepts to go to that dance, or movie, or prom, or just go out. More often than not, it’s his sixth choice for a date that he, and I hate to use this word, gets stuck with [and] tries his best to make number six feel like number one … The first girl he calls should accept … If the guy has any sense … STOP

… at all, he’ll realize she’s not good enough for him. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had gotten my first choice every time. And I always get the same response. My ideal evening probably would have been wrecked anyway. In some cases, number six climbs the ladder to the top very quickly. In others, they just move up, and still more stay where they were.”

Fortunately, one day I met a girl, a chance meeting through a friend. Over the next six months we forged a lasting relationship that resulted in 40 years of marriage. A chance meeting turned into true love. Karen was my first true love … and my last true love. And, to think, there were those skeptics who thought it would never last.

Well, that’s it. As I matured, I realized how self-centered those teenage ramblings were. Yet, as I look around, I realize how true they still are … only they are not just for guys. The girls have learned how to play the game as well.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: Happy bees are always on a honeymoon.

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