It’s already a splendid morning at 65° and the trees are filled with some of the best singers. It doesn’t get much better than that. This afternoon it is to rise to 81° with chances of rain showers later in the evening.

Bus No. 17 has picked me up and I already miss blast of nature surrounding me. However, I’m now aware that something in the air is grabbing at my eyes with allergies.

It’s mid-May and it’s a mix of things slowing down and other things ramping up. Schools are winding down, colleges holding commencements, sporting events and concerts finalizing tons of hard work. Summer sports are beginning, more folks are attending to yard work, families planning vacations, and the smell of summer closing in fills the air. I love this mixed bouquet of seasonal delights.

Yesterday when I arrived at The Park, there were were e over 700 students of all ages enjoying their lunches all over the grounds. I have to admit that it was a tad misty for me to see children soaking up history, but more importantly, Dayton’s history.

When I was growing up, my parents and grandparents took me to many museums and historical sites. However, we did not have much that was near except Conner Prairie Historical Site. To be honest, while I now appreciate the setting, it was never one I particularly liked as the costumes presenters were always in the 1830s and pretending not to know anything beyond their time period. I found that ridiculous and exasperating. I still do. Fortunately, most current interpreters will be in period attire but always in the present while presenting and sharing knowledge. I like that! It makes conversations so much more enjoyable.

I’m nearing the park and it’s time to begin my day for which I am eager to do.

Wednesday, a very tiny girl entered my area with her class. She paused to read my name tag and said, “Mr. Darin, today is my very first field trip.”

Boom! I teared up.

Whether due to the pandemic prohibiting many school activities, or whether it is simply their first experience, I love seeing folks experience history.

Just in the final approach to where I need to get off the bus, there was a walk-run marathon blocking the entire span. Fortunately, the driver headed up Schantz Avenue which has a stop not too far from where I normally disembark Bus No. 18. Whew! Mild panic moment!

I took a selfie in front of a popular landmark that is no longer in business.

Do what you must to make it a great day!