Breakfast one of, if not, my favorite meal of the day. Whether you are a bacon and eggs person, or a
cereal and toast person it’s how you start the day. Somehow it sets the tone for your attitude
for the next 4 or 5 hours until lunch. I can remember those specials night when it
was just my Mother and I for dinner the sister were out somewhere and Dad was
working. She would look over at me and
say “let’s have a breakfast dinner.”
Nothing was more special than to have bacon, eggs, biscuits, and gravy
for dinner are you kidding me? Knowing
full well you were going to get to eat it again when you woke up. Now that’s living my friend!!
Well I say all of that to tell you of my most recent
breakfast memory I have made. I have
spoken here numerous times about my adopted sister’s daughter who has married
one of the finest young men I have seen in a long time. There was the post about the way he treats
not only his wife but his Mother. A
finer young man I would challenge you to find.
Anyway back to my story
We were at dinner the other night and he asked me if I
wanted to go to breakfast with him and his wife the next morning. I said sure.
Well this isn’t your run of the mill breakfast, oh no sir! This was a go out to a local air field. Get into a Cessna 182 fly to Oxford
Mississippi eat at the local legendary breakfast place, Big Bad Breakfast. Be taken on a private tour of the Ole Miss
Campus. Back to the airport flown back
home and all before 11am!!
Talk about special, man!!!!
I have a love for airplanes few know.
I worked around them for over 25years.
There is a saying in the airline biz.” Once you have worked around
planes you have Jet fuel in your veins” Well this episode let me know mine is
still alive and well. The coolest part
about the entire thing is I got to ride in the right seat. That means I was wearing a head set,
listening to all of the radio traffic and simply had the best seat in the
house. As we flew down we talked about the scenery it
was slightly over cast but a wonderful day to fly. All the way down and back I am like a kid in
a candy store looking for things on the ground I recognized. Simply taking in all of the beauty of flight
and the peacefulness that being up there gives you, if that’s your thing and I
promise it’s mine.
As we were flying back I was taken back to thoughts of my
Mother. I can remember one day she said
to me let’s go eat lunch. I said sure
let’s go. We proceeded out to the
airport, got on an airplane, flew to San Francisco, and had lunch at fisherman wharf! My Dad worked at America Airlines for almost
40 years so we could fly for free if there was a seat. And back in those days there were always
seats. So we went to the west coast for
lunch. As I sat there looking out that
window I somehow knew Mother was watching that airplane as we were flying home
and loving the fact that all these years later I am still up for a good meal no
matter where I had to go to enjoy it.
May we all have the chance to do something this special what a blessing.
Well once again I find that no one is really more blessed
than me. Think about it. In my life I have done something twice most
people never get to do even once. I have
gotten on an airplane flew to some wonderful place. Eaten, got back on an airplane and flew
home. Talk about lifestyles of the rich
and famous. The ole bless man has lived it, twice.
Well thanks to my pilot and his understand wife, she sat in
the backseat and allowed this old man to have the best seat in the house. A seat I know is hers and will remain hers
for many years. You have made the Blessed
Man a happy one. This trip is a memory I
will cherish forever. I will never
forget that feeling as we were leaving the ground on the way down there. I have taken off a thousand times but there
is something about, for the lack of a better term, being in the driver seat
that makes it a totally different feeling.
Why am I humming Rhapsody in Blue? Only a
few will get that one so I embedded the link.
You will get it the second you hear the first note, I hope!!!!
Peace,
The Blessed Man
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