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REFLECTION -Over the years I have enjoyed writing a column, for the most part. I canhonestly say that I have never allowed myself to believe it was anything particularlyoutstanding.

Oh, there have been a few that I was a bit proud of, especially if it was a topic, something  that brought  a  bit of sunshine to and/or about someone or his or her family; or about pets.

This endeavor I began over half a century ago, but there was a huge gap in

which my pen was inactive. The reasons for this inactivity don’t really need to be gone into here.

Back in the early days of this column writing endeavor IT was not a presence at all. I suspect mostof us hadn’t ever heard of information technology.

I wrote the column called “New View” then, on a typewriter. An electric one. I believe. How ”withit!”

Anyway, that’s how it was. I will say, however, that probably I had far more readers then, back in”the day” as the cliche goes. I don’t believe many read newspapers today, especially the young,compared to back when. Some folks do online, but whether or not many read “Write Again” isquestionable. As Kurt Vonnegut Jr. would say, “So it goes.”

TRADITION LOST -In my high school years most of us probably knew the school’s fight song:”Rah, Rah, for Pam Pack, Pam Pack must win. Fight to the finish, never give in. Rah, Rah, Rahyou do your best boys (or team), we’ll do the rest, boys. Three cheers for WHS. Rah! Rah! Rah!”

And then along came a very musically talented man from a prominent local family, whobecame the school’s band master.

Also, he discarded “Rah, Rah for Pam Pack” and using the melody from “Are You From Dixie?”,plus just a little word changes, and voila! WHS had a “new” fight or pep song.

The alma mater was also changed, but we’ll not go into that as well.

This very talented man, who turned the WHS band into a nationally acclaimed one; even onethat was invited to play at a presidential inauguration; moved on not so many years later. Hebecame the bandmaster for a university in Virginia.

And that, friends, is how it was.

APROPOS -“The only thing that doesn’t change is change itself ‘

-Anon