Ain’t Too Proud To Brag

I love the social element where the mere call of “Let’s get together for tonight’s game” turns an average Wednesday evening into a house full of people and laughs. My son’s Saturday-morning soccer matches always included aunts and uncles and grandparents who watched the game and then joined us for breakfast at a local joint.

These events are so American and wonderful. I fear the day the family is grown and there are no longer youth-level games to attend. How will I know when the seasons change?

In the summer, I live for the cool evenings when I listen to the Cleveland Indians on the radio, and sit with the dog, a glass of iced tea, and my bag of peanuts–all solid comfort as an American citizen. When there’s a big hit or a crucial strikeout, the phone rings and my brother-in-law states his opinion into the phone with venom; five seconds later, he laughs out loud at the ignorance of what he just said.

My Cup Runneth Over

The master bedroom in our house has a window I can gaze out of when I lay with my head at the foot of the bed. Sometimes on a Saturday, I awaken early and open the shade.

America is usually up early on the weekend, too: the paper boy on his bike, the gentleman from down the street walking his dog, and the heart-healthy couple who jogs by every day at the same time. I hear the whine of an 18-wheeler on the highway and the drone of a jet heading to Cleveland Hopkins Airport.

My son walks into the room, his faithful Shepherd Bruno at his side, panting, shedding, and smiling all at the same time.

“What are we doing today, Dad?”

“Let’s get a doughnut, Sammy. I could use a cup of coffee. Then we’ll head over to my mom’s and help her dig out those flower beds. We’ll be back in time to shower and see that matinee that you and Mom want to see (Americans make the best movies too). Then maybe we’ll finish the day at the pool–it’s supposed to get pretty hot today.”

Sammy nods in simple agreement, and heads downstairs to let the dog out. I reach over and embrace my sleepy wife, and then slide out of bed. It’s another perfect day in the life of an American citizen–a life where you don’t have to ask for much to receive a great deal.

Happy Veteran’s Day!

Ron Ciancutti is the Purchasing Manager for Cleveland Metroparks. He is not on Facebook, but he can be reached at rdc@clevelandmetroparks.com.

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