Lets All Go To Brigadoon!

  Back when I was a mere child, I loved to go to my grandparents house. There, I was allowed to watch a movie with Grandmother.  She knew that I loved one particular movie more than any other so whenever it came on the television, I was asked to come stay the night. She and I would watch "our" movie and have "tea".  This was the only time that I was allowed to use one of Grandmother's fine porcelain teacups AND stay up late!  I felt absolutely grown up as the two of us shared the 
moment. The movie was none other than "Brigadoon" with Gene Kelly, Van Johnson and Cyd Charisse.  I loved that movie then and still do to this day.

  At times, living on the Bayou can be a bit mystical.  A certain shadowy figure, a glimpse of a sun-dappled glen or even a sunrise can set the stage for the imagination to go flying around in a whirl of fantasy.  A few days ago, we had some pretty severe storms roll into the area.  Daybreak seemed to be a farce as just minutes after the sun rose over the pines, the sky blackened once again.  It was in those few moments that I had one of those fleeting thoughts of make-believe!  The dark clouds shrouded the area around me but toward the east, bright sunshine lit the area beyond the Bayou.  With the overactive imagination already being kicked in gear by the approaching storm, it was easy to pretend that I was peering into a magical, mystical city that would only appear once every hundred years.  My "Brigadoon" was only the nearby bridge leading to Biloxi and my imagined quaint Scottish homes were actually casinos but for a few moments, the imagination believed otherwise.  

  There is nothing like a good storm on the Bayou to fire the creative senses and bring a person wherever they wish to be.  It is times like this that make me want to run over to Grandmother's house, sip milked down tea and pretend to be something that I am not.  I miss those days.