Pomp and circumstance

And of course our good wishes and congratulations for the future to our grads, featured elsewhere in this issue.

These life moments, those transitions, are fondly remembered, and all the more when it's a transition a group of people, most of whom have grown up together, can share. And as the grads answer questions about post-diploma plans we hear of the future, of things being done, being accomplished, seeds planted to grow and blossom anew.

Way to go you guys - students, teachers, families, friends, communities, all of which had a role in this day coming here, in this seed being planted.

We have seen the future, and it is you. Congrats grads.

Charles Lindbergh

This past Sunday, May 21, was the anniversary of Charles Lindbergh's record setting flight across the Atlantic Ocean in 1927 - 90 years ago.

It was a different time then, no GPS Satellite to guide navigation, just the stars and a good watch, in a plane comprised of technology that is at best antiquated to today's standard. And yet he made it, 3,600 miles, New Jersey to Paris, in 33 and a half hours, to touch down, shockingly (he made it!) in Paris at a time when for most of us travel to the next county was exotic.

And while that was an accomplishment by any measure (it was essentially a flying fuel tank powered by an oversized lawn-mower engine) the important thing here is the reaction to the flight. Lindbergh was, of course, a hero. The crush of crowds which greeted him, the flashbulbs, the people, they were enthralled. Countless roads have been named after him, countless schools and libraries, newspapers and radio shows lined up to interview him, banner headlines, it was all, for a brief while, anybody talked about: The 25 year old airmail pilot took that airplane across the Atlantic! The Atlantic! Ocean! Bravo! Huzzah!

You see, it wasn't that the kid had flown a crate like that such a long distance. It was that at the moment he landed, the moment he touched down after 33 and a half hours in the sky, all and everywhere suddenly realized we had underestimated what man was capable of doing, of accomplishing. (Paris! From New Jersey! By air!) If you were clever, skilled, industrious and focused you could, as he touched down in Paris, do whatever you put your mind to. And it wasn't just what man was capable of doing, but what man was capable of becoming.

Within Lindbergh's lifetime man walked on the moon, and jet airliners carried hordes of people around the globe in relative comfort and governments had to pass laws about breaking the sound barrier over populated areas. In the years that followed we have GPS on our phones, and our phones in our pockets.

And we're just getting going good.


The music on the Courthouse Square thing is (somewhat officially) a second Saturday, not every Saturday event. Next one will be June 10.

Watching a rider the other day doing a not-great job reminds us to remind you: Keep an eye out for motorcycles. This is the time of year where any number of riders are out for the first time in a long time, or at least the first time since last year. Share the road, look twice and all that.

Jeremiah 33:2-3 (KJV)

2 Thus saith the Lord the maker thereof, the Lord that formed it, to establish it; the Lord is his name;

3 Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not.