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Having just come in from being out in this week’s heat and rain, I sit and turn my chair to take a quick look out the window. Wow it is a hot sunny day. Real Hot! It is days like this I miss living at the beach. You know its funny how noticeably different perception of an adult is compared to a child. For example, as a child I would always tell myself, the sand isn't going to be that hot. I would walk proudly into the sand convinced my supposition would be correct, not the case as the 103-degree sand started burning my feet and I would run hop as fast as I can to wet sand! Aahh, I can still remember that feeling. As an adult I have shoes on, sunblock already applied, a bag full with a book, snacks, drinks, music and whatever else may be awaiting in there, plus I am dragging my lounge chair with me. Oh man, I have become the person I used to make fun of haha!


So here you are on this hot day at the beach inside your own head. Of course, no relaxation is allowed until you have completed the beach routine. First finding the perfect spot is top priority. There are several factors to consider, such as the best vantage point depending on your particular sightseeing desires. Is it close enough to the water to keep an eye on your stuff, but in no danger of high tide? You may also want to figure in if you are on an ice cream man's traveled route, or maybe ice cream doesn't sway you. So, you find your perfect spot. Now it is time to decorate your new sandy beach floor accommodations. You get your beach chair positioned just right for maximum tanning efficiency, or you don't like sun and out comes the umbrella. That is another topic altogether. Out with the giant beach blanket which you sprawl in front of your chair. It will serve as a picnic blanket and door mat all rolled into one. Chair on, bag tucked under chair and shoes off. Your time has finally arrived!


The ocean beckons, its proud current slowly pulls back the invisible reigns of the waves. Causing them to stop with a gentle curve back and over. The waves are perfect, they are the perfect size for body surfing, rough housing in them or just standing with toes deeply entrenched in the soft silt of the ocean floor, and the waves just crash into your back as you apply backward pressure to meet the oncoming wave with pure precision. Sort of like having a wave give you a back massage!


Now you are cooled off and feeling alive, let's soak up the sun and enjoy the day as part of the vast audience that dots the never-ending shoreline. All share the bond of this day! So, you kick back in your chair, take a deep breath and exhale with the thoughts of total peace. Peace is usually an unattainable state of mind. The beach and its sandy embrace, the ocean and its hypnotic trance and most importantly a group of people that share the same state of mind. If only the world was a beach and space was its ocean!


If it were not for the peaceful nature of a day at the beach, we would all explode from sensory overload. Kids playing, motorboats racing every which way. Planes flying banners, surfers, and teens playing Frisbee. Just life at its purest, if we as humans didn't have to work and we could just play all day again as children, then everyday could be a day at the beach!

A Day at the Beach?

By Columnist: Tim Flanagan

Spurred by the new barrage of verbal ignorance, spewing from the golden mouths of our revered Hollywood actors, it got me thinking, are they really the cream of the crop? Who or what are these men and women that make them so special? Is their opinion grounded in middleclass logic? Have they ever known or remember, what it feels like to struggle every day to make it? I doubt it! They think that everyone who voted for Trump is a privileged, racist, Republican Nazi! If they can’t get that right, then I hold little hope for their wisdom. The glory years of Hollywood have been fading for a while now! No more glowing aura around them on the silver screen. With a smart phone anyone can be a video star! Video hits on some of the most popular videos out there, far surpass movie attendance and DVD sales. I have been in two independent films, and a slew of live theatre productions, and what I learned is, it is easier to do recorded than live! There is no “cut” in live plays. Very few movie and TV stars have what it takes to transition to the wooden stage! So, I figure we have dismissed Hollywood actors to the bottom of the barrel. Who then are the best actors? Live theatre performers? No! They run a second to the best actors on the planet. Parents are the best actors!

Live theatre requires you to be on, two to three hours per performance, with “blackout” nights and short runs to give a nice respite. Being a parent, whether grand or not, allows very little time off, and often spur of the moment improv is a necessity! How often do we perform for our children? Got to be good to get anything past a child! You may think they are oblivious, but you are wrong. They may not understand what they see and hear until later in life, when a dawning moment reaches out like the first ray of sunrise. One of life’s greatest gives, is the gift of choice! How wonderfully scary and majestic. How many times have you put on that smile, even though you are bone tired and stressed to the hilt? Children are not satisfied with a one liner and a cut! They expect you to be at one hundred percent all the time. On those days where you fail, you immediately disappoint yourself with a poor performance. I love when they catch you in an adult conversation, and you improv your way out of trouble, or into trouble, depending on your mojo at the moment. Take my grandson Robert for instance, he is high maintenance when it comes to attention and being occupied. Right now, during this ridiculous moment in human history, he only has adults to play with. Well, outside of his brother of course. Though, when you are six, and your brother is not yet two, your fifty-six-year grandfather starts looking pretty good!

Versatility as an actor is also rare, or at least hindered a bit by the stretch. Take myself for instance, I have not had the opportunity for a dramatic performance. Would I be any good? Who knows, because it takes time and opportunity for the right moment to become reality. Parents on the other hand have to console when they think it is childish. We have to embellish for the sake of self-esteem. Parents have to pretend to be mad when we are amused, and then there are times when we have to act calm when we are exploding inside. Tears are easy when you are a parent! Tears of joy can turn to tears of frustration and disappointment. Can’t let that show if you want to be there for your kid! What a beautiful drawing sweet heart. When we really have no clue what they drew. Some may describe this all as a form of lying! Pretend to be innocent? Is there a difference? The Oscar goes to…a parent!

The best actor award goes to…

By Columnist: Tim Flanagan

Today was a rare day for me! I started the day in the usual panic, with my friend, the pit in the stomach along for the ride. Today was Franklin day! Went to see my clients, one of which is Smith Jewelers, I took some pictures of inventory for their flyers & business videos I make for them. Mostly, I pet their terrier puppy. So cute! Then I moseyed back to Holmes Auto & Performance to await my Jeep, that was in for an oil change. Andy, the owner of Holmes sat and hung out, and I had an actual conversation. It was nice. We talked about what is on everyone’s mind, from the corona virus to politics. He is a like minded soul! What was also nice, even though we disagreed on a few things, we could see each other’s point of view. We both thought how nice it would be if our leaders would do the same! For about an hour, we talked. May be one of the longest conversations I have had in a very long time! Usually too busy with life. I am sure you understand! My business tends to put me talking to unseen eyes and ears, and no one talking back to me. Outside of my shows (video/radio), where I hang out with my bud Tam Sonnenberg from TAMZ Guns & Ammo, and my partner in WHE and friend, Tony Jenkins, I don’t have real conversations with anyone outside this house. Though I do miss seeing my buds Norman & Tony C! So, the Jeep is done, and I am heading back. A beautiful drive on a beautiful day started to lessen my anxiety. Had 103.7 with Rush on. My day so far, has been filled with the voices of like-minded people. Always a reassuring thing! It is how we are built. Isn’t everyone more comfortable with people that have your interests, understandings and opinions? Doesn’t mean others are not welcome, and does not mean others should be timid about association. It is just sometimes nice not to be around people who are always preaching, or Trump hating, looking for trouble, or just being downright annoying.

The plan for the day, was to take the afternoon off, and spend it in the pool with the grand boys! The tainted part of my humanity sat on my one shoulder and said that they probably already went swimming and home, leaving behind the week of hard work getting the pool and platform ready. A sudden voice of cheer filled my head, the pure part of my spirit, unblemished by life, and strong of heart sang a song of happiness, they were there and waiting on me! Adult and older children may hate me, but I am always the hero to the very young. Imagine a frosted glass of ice tea with lots of ice cubes and fresh out of the fridge. Now imagine yourself shrinking down to a very small size and getting in your glass. That is how cold this pool was today! It took me almost twenty minutes to summon the courage to leap in! I hit that water and got immediately out. The whole time Robert is in the pool calling me captain sissy pants, and Ryan is outside the pool playing and watching me with curious interest. I repeated the jumping in and climbing out to sunshine about ten times before I made the commitment to stay in. Forget underwater, not happening! Tried it, didn’t like it. Ryan the twenty-one-month-old spitfire, was crying about going in, but with a little boost and some deflective joking, he was in! He made boat engine sputtering sounds, in between laughing for about an hour. In fact, he did not want to get out, but the blue lips and chattering teeth persuaded us otherwise. Now it was Robert’s time. He likes it rough! Raft fights, splashing contests, platform jumping and a whole lot of pulling my leg hair is what was happening in the pool this fine afternoon. Teresa says she is ordering from Napolis here in Murfreesboro. So, we got out, dried off, Robert goes in, and even the monotonous chore of putting the pool toys away and covering the pool was a relaxing experience. For a moment I thought I may be day walking, or in an alternate universe. How did I get here, and how do I stay?

We ate, we laughed, and we said goodbye until tomorrow. Robert was the walking dead, he was so tired. I worked for a bit, trying to get everything ready for Monday’s Liberty Coins in Franklin re-opening. Then I went outside, this was about six o’clock, the sun still shone brightly in the sky. Being a sun worshipper, I stared up with my eyes closed, feeling the heat of our eternal life giver warm upon my face and arms. I could feel a tan forming, it is a feeling of the skin if I had to describe it. Without really noticing, I let out a sigh, and it was then that I actually realized that I was relaxed! No tightness in my chest. No grinding my teeth until I notice and stop it. No feeling of despair. A calm and satisfying day was my reward for untold days of constant work and stress. Goes to show, if I can find that day, then so can you! We humans have created a world, in which days like these, are few and far between. I do not know what the future brings, but I for one plan on having more days like these!

I relaxed?

By Columnist: Tim Flanagan

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