Wow, have things ever changed over the years. Today is Good Friday, the day we remember the crucifixion of Jesus. For many, today is just like any other day. It wasn’t like that when I was a kid. Most businesses closed down between the hours of 12 and 3 PM. I can remember, as a young boy, being at my grandparents’ home on one Good Friday. It’s funny how clear the scene is . . . How is it that 55 years later, I remember that, on that Good Friday, I found myself eating a piece of toast with Honey Butter spread on it? I can still see the short, waxed covered, cardboard cylinder with a drawing of an animated bee on the top of that, half empty, creamy treat. I can still picture the pearl-like shimmer of the Honey Butter as I put my butter knife into the container sitting on my grandmother’s counter. As I pulled the loaded knife out, the blob of butter seemed to stretch as it was trailed by a stringy tail of that sweet mix.
It kind-of scares me when I realize how many of the choices I make are based on what other people think. It only takes a trip through my high school yearbook to illustrate that fact. Big hair . . . I mean really big hair for the girls . . . Shirts with spectacularly wide collars, along with guys wearing platform shoes . . . oh and then there were earth shoes . . . Whatever did we see in earth shoes??? I’m guessing that several years from now, today’s kids will look back at their jeans, all filled with holes, and find themselves scratching their heads, wondering what they were thinking.