Maddie's Mission

I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday Slow-motion weekdays stare me down Her lipstick reflex got me wound There were no defects to be found Snapshot image froze without a sound Freeze Frame! Freeze Frame! Freeze Frame! Freeze Frame! Freeze Frame! Now Freeze! I am usually the one taking the photos.  Just like my dad, I find it more interesting to take photos than to pose in them.  I prefer to be the clown behind the camera getting others to smile or better yet, grabbing that innocent pose they weren't expecting.  This interest is helpful, as God did not necessarily grant me a face ready for GQ magazine or the patience to sit and say "Cheese!”  Fortunately, I was lucky enough to marry someone whose good looks and patience were past down to my kids so when Genzyme called requesting a photo shoot I was OK to sit back and watch.  Our photographer Chris flew straight from recording the tornado damage in Tupelo and arrived at our house Sunday morning at 10 AM with two bag

Two of us sending postcards writing letters on my wall You and me burning matches lifting latches on our way back home We're on our way home We're on our way home We're going home You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead Back in the day before CNN, DVDs, and flat screens, there was something called television.   Not satellite television or on-demand television, just television.   For the benefit of those who are two young to remember, TVs used to be a big box with one dial, rabbit ears, and channels from 1-13, if you were lucky.   Growing up in Southern California’s 70’s, the line-up was simple.   Channels 2, 4, and 7 were the networks; 5 and 9 were the locals; channel 6 was PBS; and the others ran programs I usually ignored.   During the week, you had Sesame Street and The Electric Company in the morning, and The Brady Bunch and Adam 12 after school.   Saturday morning meant Bugs Bunny and Sunday meant Popeye . In those days