August 2019
John S. Graves, III article about local boys growing up in the forty’s talks about what was life like…simple with values. Why are so many families moving to our region, ultimately it is to fulfill their dreams. We hope that one person who reads Kasia’s article will fill their dreams by seeing what hard work and perseverance accomplishes… Parents, check out why teenagers are in a different time zone, and how to help them understand it is part of growing up. For certain, those who have sent their child off to school will shed a tear reminiscing with Gene Cashman. You had to know that Amber Hester-Kuhen, Blufftons Environmentalist, would tell us some things about those monsters we call no-see-ems, and their cousin the mosquito. Oh, and let’s change our Latitude in Margarettaville. How to grow older without growing up! Do it. Enjoy, let us hear from you, and don’t forget to tell people where you shop and eat, that they should be in The Breeze.
John S. Graves, III article about local boys growing up in the forty’s talks about what was life like…simple with values. Why are so many families moving to our region, ultimately it is to fulfill their dreams. We hope that one person who reads Kasia’s article will fill their dreams by seeing what hard work and perseverance accomplishes… Parents, check out why teenagers are in a different time zone, and how to help them understand it is part of growing up. For certain, those who have sent their child off to school will shed a tear reminiscing with Gene Cashman. You had to know that Amber Hester-Kuhen, Blufftons Environmentalist, would tell us some things about those monsters we call no-see-ems, and their cousin the mosquito. Oh, and let’s change our Latitude in Margarettaville. How to grow older without growing up! Do it.
Enjoy, let us hear from you, and don’t forget to tell people where you shop and eat, that they should be in The Breeze.
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Seasons Change<br />
By Gene Cashman<br />
38<br />
Bill stared at the map in front of him. He studied it hard, or pretended to, even though he knew it by heart. The reality<br />
was he wasn’t much in the mood for talking. There was a long journey ahead and he was ready to get back on the road.<br />
Bill watched for his son, Kyle, to emerge from the gas station. He impatiently tapped his fingers on the wheel. It wasn’t<br />
as much frustration as it was just nervous energy. He hadn’t anticipated this day would come so soon, but it had. Heck,<br />
he could remember back to when Kyle couldn’t go to overnight summer camp without calling home the first night. That<br />
seemed like such a long time ago in the present moment. He observed a hand written sign advertising “live-bait” in the<br />
gas station window. It reminded him of that one trip, perhaps when Kyle was eleven or twelve. It was when they went<br />
fishing in Louisiana. He smiled remembering their laughter playing cards late into the night. It had been a core memory<br />
trip for Kyle, as he frequently brought up remembrances from that week together. Kyle finally emerged from the gas<br />
station talking a mile a minute. “I got us refills on the drinks and more sunflower seeds.” Bill nodded a fatherly nod. All<br />
that was left to do was to get moving.<br />
“Mom said she and the littles would be about an hour behind us” Kyle enthusiastically offered as he piled in the passenger<br />
seat of his Ford Explorer. “She called my cell. They just left the house.”<br />
“How was she” Bill inquired, knowing full well his wife would be a mess for a week.<br />
“Oh, you know mom” Kyle shrugged as he popped a handful of sunflower seeds into his mouth. “She wanted to make<br />
sure I remembered who I was and where I came from.”<br />
“And, do you?” Bill offered to keep the conversation grounded.<br />
Kyle slapped his father’s shoulder with a smile, “Dad, you know I do. I have only been in training for this for the last<br />
eighteen years.”<br />
Bill gripped the wheel and put the truck into drive. He knew his son was a good kid. He worried about everyone else.
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