The blog is different today, in light of yesterday’s school shooting.
I grew up on a 500 acre farm in northeastern Ohio. Admittedly, I was a studious child, attached to books and music. Despite a groaning amount of farm-related chores, I was not very “outdoorsy,” and I never ever asked for any toy that was military or gun related.
Because of the many acres of virgin woodland on the edges of our property, there was always an abundance of wildlife: deer, red fox, wild turkeys. Hunters were constantly approaching my father for permission to hunt on the farm. (At least they asked.)
Here’s what he always told them: Divide your group up into two roughly equal-sized groups. One group proceed to one end of the property, one to the other. Now approach each other—shooting.
They never took him up on the offer.
© 2012 by Frank Daykin, for Innovative Music Programs