By Tony Hooker
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
I think the Beatles were on to something, all those years ago.
We as humans are so much better when we’re working together. Take this weekend’s Korner Beehive fundraiser/ opening day anniversary celebration, for example. Through the efforts of the beehive and many others, including Cabot Corporation in Tuscola, who donated $2,500, over $4,600 was raised for a great cause. Freedom Paws trains and provides service dogs for veterans, and there are few causes that I can think of that are more worthy. A representative from Freedom Paws told me that she personally has spoken to more than one veteran who was on the verge of suicide before meeting their companion animal. As many as 22 veterans take their own lives each day here in America, and if a program such as this can save even one soldier or sailor, then all the efforts of all involved are worth it, and I was honored to have played a small part in the festivities.
As for the bands that played Saturday, they were, in a word, awesome. From the time Sundown hit the stage for a smoking set at 1:30 p.m., through Ancient Ways, who just seem to get better and better, at least to this old rock dog, and on to the closing act, Cougar Trap, it was a solid ten plus hours of rock and roll and partying! Get high with a little help from my friends? Indeed! Sitting outside jamming and having a few adult beverages with my lovely bride and my best friend was good for my soul, and I can’t wait to do it again soon.
As for trying with a little help from my friends, I just have to say thank you to one neighbor of ours, here on the northwest side. This gentleman, who probably would take me to task for outing him, has tilled at least four gardens, including mine, in the last week or two and won’t accept payment for his good deeds. If you know, you know, but it’s just another example of why small-town living is so cool.
Speaking of gardens, I’ve decided that it’s time to retire from the gardening hobby. For the past several years, I would go into the spring garden season with higher hopes than the ant and the rubber tree plant, and at the end of summer, I would look at my paltry haul of vegetables and determine that the ROI, to use a hip business acronym, wasn’t worth it. I put hours of blood, sweat and tears into the garden spot, only to get a few tomatoes and peppers. Better to let the pro’s, like Meyer Produce for veggies or Tiger Gardens for home grown salsas and jams, do the growing and canning. Besides, I have my burgeoning addiction to golf to think about. It’s a time sucker. Or I’m a sucker who spends too much time golfing. I’m not sure I know which is true, and I’m not sure I want to know.