Max does not like to run late... Or run for that matter

Hello and welcome back to the Dogpound where we are cooling our heels.  I am writing this article on Mother’s Day and even though it will be published after the event I can still wish all you Mom’s a wonderful day…again.  Anyway, the reason I writing this article is that a friend and I were going to go to the baseball game today; she just called and said that she had just left…an hour late.  Now mind you, I am not a fanatic about being on time, but I do look forward to arriving a bit early and not having to rush to find my seat while the game is in progress.  A pet peeve of mine…but what can you do?   In this case I will make the most of my time by trying to stay ahead of the deadlines my Master continues to throw my way.  So this will be a short article so I can go out on the porch with my binoculars and see if I can see her coming over the horizon.

“You may delay, but time will not.” Benjamin Franklin

A little boy sent a “get well quick” card to his grandfather in the hospital. Inside the card he wrote:  Dear Grandpa, Mama tells me that you went to the hospital for some tests.  I hope you get an “A”!  Love, Billy

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently, I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost; and being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left, and they were eating lunch. I felt bad and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down, and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never prayed before for this homeless man. And as I played “Amazing Grace,” the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full. As I was opening the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before, and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.” [Why can’t men just ask for directions?]

As always be good, play safe, and please remember to set your alarm clock so you will be on time.  

JR and Max


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