A Good Time Was Had By All

Small-town newspapers are great. You can find all sorts of nuggets of awesomeness in there.

Growing up, our small-town newspaper had reports from even smaller towns that were in the surrounding area. People from those communities would write a few paragraphs about what had been going on: whose relatives had come in, family reunions, vacations, particularly good crops, etc.

One particular community had a woman wrote the weekly report for her community for years. Whenever a specific story dealt with a number of people doing something together, she would almost always finish it with the phrase: "And a good time was had by all."

That phrase has stuck with me through the years. That is normally our goal whenever we, along with others, come together to do something: whether it's a family reunion, a trip somewhere, going to a ballgame, whatever it may be. For various reasons, this does not always happen. But when it does, we can rejoice that a good time was had by all.

Come to think of it, that would be a pretty good way to be remembered, once our time here is up. If we helped others have a good time, enjoy themselves, better themselves, help them understand who they truly are, deep down, that'd be an allright way to be thought of. Perhaps we can shoot for having that phrase on our tombstone: "A Good Time Was Had By All."