By Ron Morgan
Corsicana Daily Sun
I have to wonder if Charles Dickens was writing about the month of April when he penned, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.”
When I think of the month of April, the first date that comes to mind is April 15, tax day. I think I need to find out which H&R Block office figures taxes for President Obama and Mitt Romney. I desperately need to get my effective tax rate down to match theirs. Maybe I can call John Bishop to find out. We’re talking winter of despair here (Yeah, I know it’s spring. Haven’t you ever heard of literary license?)
From now on, I’ll remember April for the Masters. Augusta obviously rings in the spring of hope, as in I hope I can win in the annual lottery for tickets. Next year’s lottery will have entries from everyone I know including my grandkids. I’m keeping my fingers crossed, knocking on wood, carrying a rabbit’s foot … anything I can think of. (“More tickets, please” … oh wait, that’s the wrong Dickens’ novel.)
April is definitely the season of Darkness: Columbine, the Branch Davidians, Martin Luther King’s assassination, Oklahoma City’s Murrah building bombing, the Virginia Tech massacre and now we can add the Boston Marathon bombing and the explosion in West. Maybe tax day isn’t quite so bad after all.
April is also the month of the NFL draft. If you’re a New England Patriot fan or a Baltimore Ravens fan, then April could be the age of wisdom. No one does a better job of drafting these days than the Patriots or the Ravens. Of course, for those of us Cowboy fans, watching Jerry Jones work the draft board gives us the age of foolishness. Just remember Quincy Carter, OK?
With Corsicana being situated on I-45 between Dallas and Houston, you can see some of Dickens’ genius looking at the Rangers and the Astros. I’ll let you make the call of who has everything before them and who has nothing before them.
April brings the end of the NBA season for all non-playoff teams, including our Dallas Mavericks. For the epoch of belief, check out the work of Rick Carlisle. The Mavs ended the Dirk Dynasty phase by finishing at .500 (41-41) after starting the season 13-26 while Dirk missed the first 29 games. Losing the beards was no small feat going Dirkless for that long AND playing with a mishmash of one year contracts. The epoch of incredulity? Mark Cuban put all his eggs in the Deron Williams basket. (Dang it, my Easter metaphor would have been perfect if Easter hadn’t been in March!)
April also brings about spring sports to watch the grandkids play. My grandson, Hayden, is in his first baseball season of facing an actual pitcher, and his twin sister, Peyton has taken up golf getting lessons from former Ennis Country Club owner Lynn Monzingo. Talk about having everything before you …
As we endure the ups and downs of the month of April, let’s remember to pray for those from Boston and West. Pray for those who have already gone directly to heaven. And, pray for the authorities in search of the final perpetrator. If they can’t take him alive, then send them direct the other way. It would be a far, far better thing than the FBI has ever done before.