Just in case you hear some news of an unexplainable explosion in Michigan, it was just me. There was no nuclear blast. A major natural gas pipeline did not explode. There was no natural phenomenon of a coordinated Spring time thunder clap over Lake Michigan. It was just me.

Many people celebrate a marriage with the popping of a champaign cork. Others with cheers when the first car of a new product line rolls off the assembly line. Then, others with the ringing of a bell when the stock market closes.

Who doesn’t look to the noise of starting engines at a major Nascar race? Others gather motorcyclists by the hundreds and signal the start of rumbling V-twin engines. Then, others in the tens of thousands shout in unison right at the last note of the national anthem on opening day of the Detroit Tiger’s baseball season.

Noise is very much a part of celebration. Who wants to be quiet when there is good news to be had? God put inside of each of us human beings a cheerful spirit that enjoys laughing, joy, and delight when something has happened.

Writers in every language input the data in computers to express the human experience. Words are formed into ideas and those ideas are couched in punctuation. The exclamation mark is one of our very rare tools and it is so often inadequate.

Readers only get a glimpse of what we are trying to communicate with inert words. The combination of those words is the treasure that we seek. That amazing combination of words that becomes special is what writers want and readers want even more.

Yet, the mechanics of that final result is nothing more than life itself, right? When words express what we feel, sense or experience, then we all marvel, “How did that writer know exactly what I was feeling?” So, perhaps the best writers or at least the writers who nail it often are the writers who experience life and put down in digital what they experienced.

Let me give it a try: I finished my taxes . . . early. No, I’m not lying. The other night I finished over three weeks before the deadline, in the month of March, a different month than April, when taxes are due. I’m done! Last night’s loud sound that shook the state was just me. I was celebrating. It was just me!