Porches, Backyards and Neighborhood Roads

I love Bethel....Let me tell you why! It is because Bethel has all the things that this world needs and has gotten away from. That is porches, backyards and neighborhood roads.
Today was a lazy day. I went to church, which by the by was great. We had Police and Firefighter Appreciation Day. Went out to eat then came home and napped for a while. But it is what we did later that makes me write this now.

I took the boys over to one of their friends to play. My two boys, along with 4 of their friends jumped on the trampoline, danced, wrestled, and just had boy fun. It took me back to the days when me and my neighborhood boys would play all afternoon long. Chris, Phillip and I would play army and football until it got dark and we had to come home. You just cant get that in the city!

On the way home, we saw people, neighborhood folk if you will, sitting on the porch, talking and watching the sun go down. Like clock work, there were the Mannings riding their bikes through the neighborhood. If you dont see both or at least one of them riding everyday during good weather, they are either out of town or have company! There was Mr. Bob, walking Bailey (his dog); Mr Eldon and Mrs. Rachel walking down the road, waving hello to everyone who walked by...and did I say they are at least in their 70s. I joked with Mrs. Rachel that it was getting dark and to make sure Mr. Eldon did not lead her down a dark road and try to sneak a kiss! Our preacher, Heath, his wife and kids, Leann, Joshua and little Savannah were out for a evening stroll...and I do mean stroll. Joshua is about 3 and Savannah was just born this summer. They were stopping along the way to talk to people in their yards and then would again start their journey around the block. Kids, filling the streets on their bikes, and like me in days of old waiting for their moms to call them home.

Now maybe I am wrong, but that is what we need more of...no I am not wrong! That is small town; the atmosphere we have lost as "progress" has taken over. I know that there are neighborhoods in big towns, but there is something about living in a small town. So what that we have to drive to the next town for a grocery store...it is only 5 minutes down the road. You have to do that in the city and fight traffic. No traffic jams here...unless Mr. Crawford is moving a tractor from one field to another or the train catches you.

So when things get too fast for you, and you need to just slow down, come see us in Bethel...if you lived here, you would be home by now!

Too Hot.

This was me today!!

How can it be soooo hot? Now, I don't remember it being this hot when I was young. I stayed outside all day long and played and never thought about the heat. Heck, I push mowed my yard and never got too hot. I mowed with the riding mower today and thought I would pass out. My shirt was soaking wet when I was through.

Then if that was not bad enough, I had to go lifeguard in the heat of the day. Now, I know that is not a tough job, but having to sit in the heat and just sweat is unbearable. I have an umbrella, but I could not scrunch up enough to get in the shade until after 2 or so. I could get relief by jumping in the water though so it wasn't so bad.

Then to round it all off, I had tennis practice at 5. Only two girls showed up...which is disheartening in itself. I have a match the first day of school, and I have not had enough girls show up yet to have a team. But I digress.....I hit some with the girls and again, my shirt was soaking wet. At the end, I ran 2 laps with the girls and even though I thought my lungs would fall out and my calves would split in two, I did not stop and made it through. It is a good thing, because I did not feel that bad about the extra helping of chicken and pastry and apple turnover with ice cream I ate! :)

Daddy's Birthday

Well happy birthday to Phillip Woolard. Now some say, "Oh, you are Phillip Jr, so your dad is a Sr. Not so! He always says that he is not Sr, he is the original. I have thought about that. Everyone who has a son that is a "Jr." and signs their name "Sr." is not their real name right? I mean on my birth certificate it says, Phillip McCoy Woolard, Jr., but on his it just says Phillip McCoy Woolard. Go figure. Well enough of the rambling.

Today he is 66 years old or young, however you want to put it. I just know I am so glad to have him as a father. He has been a great role model in my life...at least when I finally started listening to him! I remember after my oldest McCoy (the III) was born I called dad and told him he had really gotten smart over a year. Come to find out, he was right a lot when I was younger.

Just think of all the things your parents have taught you. And if you are a boy, all the things your dad has taught you. I learned to shoot a gun, drive a truck, hunt, fish and sing a song at the drop of a hat when someone says words that remind you of it. Most of all, I have learned how to be a great father from him. I hope that I remember all the examples, although I must admit that I often did not pay attention too well. Well let me say, HAPPY BIRTHDAY dad and many more to follow!

My New Boat

Well I finally have a boat! It is a 19 ft. Ken-Craft Challenger. I bought it yesterday morning and the family and I took it out today...or should I say, tried to take it out. Following my neighbors advice, I started it in the driveway to make sure it ran fine. We went to a town close by to the Roanoke River. I backed it into the water, had my wife sit in the truck and started to back the boat off the trailer. After I finally got it started and in the water, it cut off. Well, I finally restarted it after much praying and pleading, and drove up to the bank to get my kids and wife. The water was low so they had to walk in the red clay to get to the boat. Everyone got in except for my wife. And there she is, one leg over the rail and the other still on the bank and the splits begin. Then it chokes off again. I finally decide it better to not be at the mercy of the Roanoke River current and pulled it back to the trailer, loaded it and back home we come. Now, here is the kicker....I pulled it back in the driveway, hooked up the muffs and it started right back up, NO PROBLEM. It actually makes me feel better. I think that maybe I flooded it or did something else wrong. Better luck next time, but it will be somewhere with a better dock! Why did I want a boat so badly? Well, here is a picture anyway.

Single Parent

Well just for a couple of more days anyway. My wife and oldest child is at Centri-Kid church camp. I was really worried about my son because sometimes he does not like to try anything new...especially if there are a bunch of people around. So, it is just me and my youngest here at home. Well the first day was very full. We saw them off and then I took Evan to tennis workouts. None of the girls showed up, so Evan and I hit some tennis balls. I would throw them to him and he would try to hit them over the chain fence. When he hit a couple over, he told me, "This tennis stuff is easy." I did not have the heart to tell him that that was not the object...He had so much fun. Afterwards, we went to the pool and then he went with me to give blood...and fell asleep. Thank goodness for our preacher and his wife who cooked lasagna with pepperonis on top for us...YUM YUM! We finished the night with Evan watching movies with a friend of his.

Last night he spent the night with my parents while I went to Greensboro to the coaches clinic....Now let me stray....

Can you tell me why football coaches, "muscled up" and "fatted up" have to walk around like they are so studly they cant clap their hands. All morning long I heard, "Hey coach." I am not sure if they cant remember each other's names from one meeting to another, or if it is just a universal coach greeting. I don't remember doing that when I was a football coach...at least I hope I did not. Back to the story..

Well we ate with my parents and now we are home getting ready for bed...or at least I am. Evan is WIDE awake in the chair watching The Suite Life. I think he could stay up all night if I would let him. Tomorrow we will have to work on cleaning up the house. As you can imagine, this looks like a bachelor pad. The dishes need to be clean, we have thrown clothes on the floor and left our shoes wherever we took them off. (I hope my wife doesn't read this!)

Now to the obvious....IT IS QUIET AND BORING AROUND HERE WITHOUT MY WIFE AND MCCOY. They should be back Friday night and I CANT WAIT. Having a full family is the greatest!

Next post....Old Family Stories..

New Rant

I keep listening to sports radio and ESPN and they keep calling this the "steroid era" in baseball. I am sick and tired of it. By labeling this the "steroid era" you are hanging that moniker on every person that is playing or has played since 2000. Also, every "performance enhancer" is not a "steroid". And what is "performance enhancing"? Brian Roberts, once second baseman for the Orioles, was an average player until a few years ago. That is until he had laser surgery to correct his eyesight. Afterwards, he had an all star year. He batted well over 300 was the talk of all baseball. Did he not enhance his performance? How about if I take vitamins, energy drinks, or corrective surgery. Aren't they performance enhancers? Let me give you my take on it that I have not heard anyone else say. Stay with me now.

Steroids ran rampant in the NFL in the late 70s and 80s. NFL tested and caught many players, however, baseball did not. If there were so many professional football players taking steroids, why does everyone think that there were no baseball players taking them until 2000? Are we to think and believe, following the media like blind sheep, that baseball was 20 years behind football. Let's look at some players that have not and will not ever be accused of performance enhancing. Has anyone ever looked at Dave Winfield, Kirby Puckett or Bo Jackson? Do we think that those guys got that big naturally? And heaven forbid we ever accuse Reggie Jackson. Look at what these guys did and their size. Now I would never say that they were juicing, but if we look at players today who are muscular and accuse them, shouldn't we do the same for those prior to the 2000s? We have better nutrition and supplements today, but if a guy hits tons of home runs and has muscles, he has to be taking steroids.

Also, if the people who have been named lately like A-Rod, were being tested anonymously in 2003, why have there not been any investigation on who leaked out this confidential, anonymous information. I would be the first to start a lawsuit if I had been "outed". The tests were supposedly just to try to get a handle on what steroid problem there may be in MLB. Why were names even listed with tests.

Just thought I would give you something to think about today.

AAARRRRGGGGG!

I HAVE TO HAVE A BOAT!

I have the fever worse than ever! I really want a boat like a crack head wants a fix! There is just something about being on the water I love. (must be another "it" Heather) My boys have even developed a love for it and McCoy, my oldest, used to be petrified of boats and the water. I have looked at a few, a Swan Point 16 foot....too small; and today, a 18 foot Key Largo....JUST RIGHT! It is large enought for my family and the sides are high enough to be safe. I am afraid, however, that once I get one that I may not have the time to go when I want....Wait, who am I kidding? I have all summer off and holidays. There is no excuse not to have a boat.....oh wait, yes there is...her name is Rebecca, my logical side of the brain. She always slows me down and makes me think of it from another point of view. I will keep you up to date on the boat situation.