Bob Wright
Hawkeye
Forgive me if I vent a little here, weekend was a roller coaster ride for me............
When I went to my favorite shooting range Saturday morning, one of the attendants greeted me with, "Mr. Wright, I want to tell you that this is my last day here." Then, after a pause, "And its yours, too."
The indoor range, Range USA, closed after business Saturday, unexpectedly and without notice. Sort of sad, as I've made many friends there over the years. But the day brightened when I learned I was the successful bidder on GunBroker for a Colt New Frontier in .44 Special.
Then, in Sunday School yesterday morning I learned that a class member had died Saturday morning. We knew death was imminent as he had been at death's door for a week or more.
After church last night I learned that my niece's husband in Rockville, Maryland had died last Thursday. And that another niece, one closet to my age, had been diagnosed with stomach cancer, a cancer that was untreatable and inoperable.
All of this in one weekend sort of set me back somewhat. But I recall a column in our newspaper from many years ago. The human interest columnist, Eldon Roark, frequently interviewed an aged black woman, and as they parted, her goodbye was:
"Be of good cheer. God is in the plan."
Bob Wright
When I went to my favorite shooting range Saturday morning, one of the attendants greeted me with, "Mr. Wright, I want to tell you that this is my last day here." Then, after a pause, "And its yours, too."
The indoor range, Range USA, closed after business Saturday, unexpectedly and without notice. Sort of sad, as I've made many friends there over the years. But the day brightened when I learned I was the successful bidder on GunBroker for a Colt New Frontier in .44 Special.
Then, in Sunday School yesterday morning I learned that a class member had died Saturday morning. We knew death was imminent as he had been at death's door for a week or more.
After church last night I learned that my niece's husband in Rockville, Maryland had died last Thursday. And that another niece, one closet to my age, had been diagnosed with stomach cancer, a cancer that was untreatable and inoperable.
All of this in one weekend sort of set me back somewhat. But I recall a column in our newspaper from many years ago. The human interest columnist, Eldon Roark, frequently interviewed an aged black woman, and as they parted, her goodbye was:
"Be of good cheer. God is in the plan."
Bob Wright
