August 15, 2015

Feeling Welcome

Feeling Welcome
By John R. Greenwood


There are certain people and places that simply make you feel welcome. When you head off for a visit you feel a change a mile before you hit the driveway. There’s a feeling in the air. The birds sing louder. The trees in the front yard stand taller and greener than those on the property next door. The people who live at these special places smile when you say hello, and wave good bye in a way that makes you want to turn around and go back for one more friendly story. I had the pleasure of visiting one of those life-treats the other day at work. I am fortunate enough to have a job that brings me to several family dairy farms. One of them is called the “Bejosh Farm”. It’s owned and operated by Ed and Carol Gulley. My friend and writing mentor Jon Katz describes them quite eloquently in this Bedlam Farm post. Jon was warmed by their inviting nature in the same way I’ve been. It’s the simplicity in their outlook that makes them special in todays “bogus” world. I couldn’t possibly improve on Jon’s description so I chose instead to post a view photos taken at their farm showing the love they share with the land and life in general. It’s not complicated for them.

Embrace where you are and who you are, happiness in your life is up to you—not someone else. 

Ed and Carol I want to thank you for hanging on to what we all have right under our noses but fail to recognize, life is what you make of it. 

Thanks for the reboot. 

I needed it. 

August 09, 2015

Boat Fishing

Boat Fishing
By John R. Greenwood

As the sun packs its bags for another trip around the world a man waits for that faint nimble to end the day on a high note. He gazes skyward as a the catch of a lifetime passes by. Unaware of the record 5 person catch about to tug at the end of his line his dream of a fish story to tell is moments away from reality. Hold tight fisher-man your reel is soon to sing like a snapped cable and a falling piano. 

Yee haw!

July 28, 2015

The Smile Fixer

Dr. Hollis 

I felt a strong need to write this note of thanks to you and your staff. I recently found myself sitting at my laptop holding my front tooth in the palm of my hand. A home plumbing repair and a hissy fit gone bad were the cause of its original demise in the 90's. My then-favorite-dentist, Dr. Bauman came to my rescue and sculptured a "temp" that lasted over 20 years. Jump ahead to 2015 and I again look like I just finished a Blackhawks-Bruin's Game 7.  

I look at the tooth in my hand and say to myself, "gosh darn it" or something to that effect. What am I going to do now? 

Who you gonna call?

Dr. Hollis, that's who.

That's what he does. At least that's what his webpage says. 

Boy, does he. 

I knew the minute you handed me a mirror and showed me the result of the two hour rescue you and Brea performed on my smile that I would be writing this letter. It was a given. 

It was two hours of squirming and head nodding. 

Discomfort yes. 


Not a hint. 

Amazement at the result? 

Damn straight! 

When you finished and flashed that Men's Warehouse, "You're going to like the way you look," smirk I was skeptical. When I saw your smile-repair in that mirror I knew you were both in the right profession and I'm grateful. 

Granted, I don't possess a set of piano keys but they're mine. I've been in the milk business for 30 years; I get up at 4am every morning; I've sipped a lot of coffee. 

What pleases the eye more, a worn and weathered hay barn or a shiny new galvanized one? 

The point of this letter is simple. 

It's a thank-you/confirmation letter. 

You and your entire staff picked the right jobs. 

I'm proof of it.

I hope your smiles reading this are as genuine as mine was writing it. 


"Smiling" John Greenwood