Thanks to a tech friend of mine, I finally got the data off of my broken external hard drive, and I found this old unpublished article. I hope you enjoy it! :)
After a stressful morning, I retreated to our backyard for a while. Upon spotting a patch of noxious flowering weed bushes, the idea came to me to pluck the flowers (which we didn’t want anyway) and soak them in water overnight. This would give me a colorful water base for a batch of mud pies.
Then the thought occurred to me. “Aren’t I too old for this sort of thing?” After pondering the question, I realized that I was too old to not make a batch of mud pies. Now, this realization quite obviously will raise a few eyebrows, so let me clarify.
If anyone ever asks me to pick one piece of culture that bridges every living generation, I have my answer ready.
Cue the Vince Guaraldi music.
The Peanuts is perhaps the most iconic comic strip in history. Not a Christmas season goes by that doesn’t get you thinking about Charlie Brown and his little Christmas tree. Halloween evokes images of Linus waiting in vain in his “sincere” pumpkin patch, waiting for his icon. (Linus would disagree with that statement wholeheartedly.) And Thanksgiving football brings to mind Lucy pulling the ball away from Charlie – every single time.
My favorite part of the Peanuts cartoons, though, is the depth at which Sparky wrote. Hidden beneath the disarmingly simple artwork and innocent humor were meaningful truths about life, love, God…and baseball.