One Man’s Trash

March 19, 2026

While we were in Texas, Becca and I were able to enjoy a porch swing at the campsite we were staying at. The swing sat both of us comfortably and it overlooked the bay. The view was beautiful and the swing did its job. . . carrying our minds to somewhere else, just the two of us, side by side, back and forth. That’s when we grinned and said to each other, “We need one of these at the cabin!”

Well, guess what?

As we were taking our walk around the lake today, we ran into our neighbor who just happened to be getting rid of their swing! Bada Boom, Bada Bing. . . Terry and Becca have a porch swing!!

After lugging it home, we set it up and, of course, took it for a test drive. Perfect!

We swung for a while together, enjoying the movement until Becca went inside. I stayed outside on the swing. I turned on some music and I kid you not, the swing started doing its thing. With every song, with every back-and-forth swing, the songs started carrying my mind to somewhere else. Music has a way of doing that. A song can remind you of where you were when you heard it first, who you were with, what you were doing. Like magic.

My question is, was it the swing or was it the music? Either way it was a great afternoon. . . Just a Swingin!