By Edwin Cooney
I don’t know about you, of course, but I love “clean
slates.” Clichés such as “tomorrow
is only a day away!" and “tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your
life!” have given me, since I was quite young, a sense of newness or redemption
from yesterday’s -- and today’s -- drudgery or mistakes. Thus, for me, a new day can be a new
start.
Another gateway between the past and the future can be a
vacation. I offer this perspective
from such a vantage point.
Last Sunday night, two United Airlines jets (respectively)
swept me out of San Francisco and Los Angeles heading eastward toward
Cleveland, Ohio and Erie, Pennsylvania.
This vacation not only meant meeting new people and going new places,
but it also meant what my fellow Methodists often refer to as “a new
beginning." Exactly what
constitutes an "old beginning" no Methodist (Wesleyan or United) has
ever explained, but a new beginning has a special meaning for me during this
vacation!
Shortly after I settled into Seat 24A on the flight between
San Francisco and Los Angeles, twenty-two year-old Alexandra plunked her tiny
self down into the seat just to my right.
A very curious and inquisitive college student traveling home to
Southern California for her Thanksgiving holiday, Alexandra was fascinated when
she realized that she was seated next to a blind man.
“What’s it like to live in total darkness?” she wanted to
know. So I explained, as I usually
do, that total blindness isn’t dark since "dark" must be seen to be
identified.
Full of energy and a bunch of presumptions and assumptions,
Alexandra made the approximate 52 minutes between California’s fourth and first
largest cities lively indeed.
At approximately 11:30 p.m., my trip continued as the Boeing
737 rose into the air and headed northeastward towards Cleveland. My seatmate was Michael, a young
violist with the Boise Philharmonic Orchestra. Born in Rochester, New York, and raised primarily in
Buffalo, Michael, too, was heading eastward for his Thanksgiving week
vacation. He was on his way to
visit his fiancé and her family.
Michael had originally planned to fly from Boise, Idaho to Cleveland via
Chicago, but a mechanical malady to the aircraft caused him to go to Cleveland
via Los Angeles adding over twelve hours to his travel time. Michael was ready for some shuteye as
soon as he settled into his seat.
All of what little conversation I had with him occurred as we were
making our approximate twenty minute approach to Cleveland. Michael told me it is his hope to keep
advancing from small town orchestras up to the big time orchestras in the
United States, Canada, or perhaps Europe.
Strangely, the atmosphere on the "puddle jumper"
between Cleveland and Erie was almost nonexistent. Except for the flight attendant’s pre take-off and post
landing announcements, hardly a word was uttered by the passengers or the crew.
A vacation, like anything else, is what one makes of
it. Still, the best part of any
vacation very often is the hospitality provided by one’s host and hostess. In this instance, my friends Chet and
Linda have been more than wonderful in every way. Chet, who attended my alma mater, possesses a rare
combination of wisdom, candor, and humor along with a healthy dose of
thoughtfulness. His wife Linda is
generous, creative and unfailingly attentive.
One of the most pleasurable challenges one ever has is to
introduce to others the lady he has grown to love. Marsha is an intelligent, loving, energetic little dynamo of
a woman who agreed to marry me last Thursday -- November 22nd, 2012
-- Thanksgiving Day. My new
fiancée possesses an almost unquenchable curiosity, a thoughtfulness toward
others, an undying spirituality and a tremendous capacity to give and receive
love. Like Chet and me, Marsha is
a graduate of the New York State School for the Blind in Batavia. Her alertness, vitality, integrity,
imagination, warmth, and compassion are out there for all to see. As for when we’ll become one or exactly
where that will happen isn’t yet definite -- but we both want it to happen as
soon as possible.
Happily, sixteen days remain to this wondrous holiday. From Monday, November 26th
until Monday, December 3rd, I will visit with the editor of these
weekly musings, my friend Roe and her husband Mark. Then, between December 3rd and 10th,
Lady Marsha and I will spend time celebrating her birthday and meeting friends
and family in Syracuse, New York.
My memory of the two aircrafts that swept me out of
California on Sunday night, November 18th toward Monday’s ever
rapidly approaching morning star reminds me once again that while yesterday may
be rich in history, tomorrow’s dawn -- God’s greatest gift to us -- forever
provides that clean slate on which to write tomorrow’s story.
Thus, forever beckons the dawn!
RESPECTFULLY SUBMITTED,
EDWIN COONEY