I’m not sure what it sounded like when they wrote the National Anthem, or what it must have been like when they celebrated the first fourth of July, but I know it must have been grand if Greenville’s fireworks were anything like that.
In a day and age when Sky’s across the USA went dark this year, due to lack of funding, or lack of will, Greenville’s Chamber of Commerce and its business community came through once again to bring our the Big bangs, a great way to start the heritage weekend.
It was good to see the streets and parks packed with people, and children of all ages, as they rode the trolley from one location to another, to See the trains of old, at the Railroad Museum, which never looked better, to the Canal Museum, where visitors were treated to authentic Indian Music and Drums, and Dances, and over to the park where it was wall to wall people visiting the booths, eating, playing games on the morning some many years after our country was born, smileing, laughing, running playing, and in general giving new life to the town, to spite what it’s been through.
The hot rods of old lined up down main-streets brightly spewed flowery streets, showing off the new street scape, as hundreds milled around, wishing I suppose for a ride with the top down, some beach boy music, or Jan and dean, the eagles, what ever your favorite summer road tune was, and the History Museum, looking as nice as I have ever seen it, little kids seeing for the first time where we came from, old people remembering stores and places now gone.
But that is America, in a time when people want to tear down, Greenville is now building back up, from the bad things, the bad time, from a time when people said were were done, said turn off the lights, give up, the people of this town never cease to make me proud, between random acts of stupid some days, but in the end, and for the first time in a long while, I feel like I am home, in a great place, at a great time, and part of something on the move.
Those who planned this day deserve a great deal of credit, a great deal of thanks, for taking countless nights away from their families, friends and spouses, to make this happen, and sometimes I am guilty of not saying thanks for the effort, I like to tear down, bitch and moan, but at last I found a day in the history of Greenville where all things wen t right, were good to great, and I am glad I lived to see it, to spite turning 45 this week.
I still feel like an old soul, and I guess if you have to Be an old soul, there is no better place to do it……….. Ah, crap, now I went and put that in writing, and I can’t deny it.
I can only imagine a few people dancing around there desk come Monday for that thought, as most just hide when I come by.
And the rest of you saying……….. Oh Crap, hes gone mad.
But hey, when people do good , some one should say so.