The blue law used to be inforced on Sunday's. People respected the Sabbath.
To get ready for a Blue Law Sunday, Grandpa filled his old Ford gas tank with gas on Friday or Saturday. He knew that he had to make it home on Friday and his gas had to get him back to work on Monday. He allowed for any Saturday driving that he had to do. The blue ford sat under the car port on Sunday until Monday morning. Monday morning Grandpa still had enough gas to make it to work in the middle of town. Sunday was the one day of the week that everything was closed. Beer was not bought on Sunday and after church we went to grandma and grandpa's house.
We watched grandpa, as he sat in his wicker chair under the old oak tree. You could hear the race, on the old white radio. The announcer screamed out, "Start you engines." That meant to be quiet, as they started off. We ate lunch there and played with brown puppies in the yard. It was a day of rest from the long week. Respect the Sabbath and keep it holy, "is what they always said."
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)