I had a sinking spell. Unfortunately, it was at 7:15 this morning. Unless you knew my Uncle Clint, you may not know exactly what that means. It's not life threatening. It's not dangerous. It's simple.
I was back from the gym, was finished with breakfast, and completely relaxed. I didn't want to get up. And I struggled. But I did. I grumbled about it a little bit and got on my way.
There's a refreshing thing about being on a college campus this time of year. There's about 5,000 new students on campus, and they are generally happy and excited for the next two weeks. I encountered one this morning as I approached the fountain in Washington Square Park.
"Good morning!" he said with a smile. I matched his enthusiasm and returned the sentiment.
That was probably a first. Over the years, people have said a lot to me in the park, but "good morning" hasn't been one of them.
And if I knew how to find that student's e-mail address, I write to him and say "Hey kid, don't ever change. Stay the way you are. 'Good Morning' always works."
So, dear readers, I'll leave you with "Good Morning."