The Spirit Before Christmas
So last night, Sheryl and I drove out to a bar called "Wildwood" at 21 Mile and Hayes - a 45 minute drive for us - to see Coldwater - a band that one of Sheryl's former patients plays in.
I had worked all day, and once I got home, we worked on Christmas stuff for hours. I was tired, and would have been more than happy to pack it in for the night, but the Fates didn't allow that.
When we got to the bar, we could hear the band from outside. I don't like to be overwhelmed by the music (that I don't choose! :)), so my mood was a little spoiled.
When we got in, Sheryl and I sat at the bar. We ordered drinks, and started a tab. We played Keno for most of the night, and perhaps ended up losing $5. Worthwhile for an evening of playing, I think.
During the band break - once we were able to hear each other - the bartender introduced himself from the other side of the bar. "Bob" was his name.
So Bob was a little older than us, and he sure seemed like he was having fun. He was experimenting with drink concoctions - a red "SweetTart" drink and a green "SweetTart" drink. Hmmmm... Christmas colors.
Well part of Bob's experiment was to include those of us at the bar in the taste test. We drank the shots and provided our input (the green one was really good - the red one... not so much). We got a little of Bob's story, too.
Bob had been a project engineer, and a few years ago, he was "downsized". So on a whim, he decided to go to bartender school. One night, he wandered into the Wildwood, and he struck up a conversation with the owner. He told the owner that he had just finished bartender school, and if the owner ever needed any help, give him a call. A couple weeks later, the owner called him and asked him to work.
Bob loved bartending. He worked hard to help the bar succeed. But after a while, he decided to get a "big boy's job", and he went back to work as a project engineer.
So all was well and good, and the owner of the Wildwood called Bob again. He needed Bob to work part-time if he could swing it. So Bob took on Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.
Well, I told Bob that I will be taking the PMP exam (Project Management Professional) in March, and asked where he had worked.
"Oh," he said, "just some machine tool companies. Blah, blah, Cross, Lamb..."
Huh?? Cross and Lamb??
"Hey," I said, "my Dad worked at both Cross and Lamb!"
"Really? What's his name?"
"Well, he died in '91..."
"What was his name?"
"Jim Cummings."
"Yeah! Jim was a good friend of mine! I knew him well. He was in a car accident the day before he died."
"Ummm, yeah," I said, chills spreading over my body. "I was 25 when he died."
"I was at his funeral. Great guy."
"Wow."
"Yeah. You know, my son's name was Matt."
Chills again.
"He passed away when he was 25."
!!!
"I'm going to make us a special shot in a couple of minutes," he said. "We'll have a toast."
"Absolutely, Bob," I said.
Coldwater started rocking the house again. I think some glasses were rattling.
Bob made us a shot, and we toasted Jim and Matt.
The set was short since the bar stopped serving at midnight. After we could hear again, Bob said, "I've been dreaming a lot about Matt lately. His birthday is next month."
My dad's was this month.
We all agreed that we had been meant to be there, and I distinctly felt that Bob and I were both moved by the spirits.
Christmas spirits, perhaps?
When we left, Bob came from behind the bar. He hugged Sheryl, and hugged me. It was a strong hug. I told him, "Everything is the way it's supposed to be. Everything happens for a reason."
We parted ways, and my mind was completely blown. It's still blown.
Did we have a visit last night from the ghosts of Christmas past? Or simply the spirit of Christmas shouting above the music:
Merry Christmas to all... and to all a good night?
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Of Thanks and Thunder
On Thanksgiving Eve, 1982, I was working hard at Olga's Kitchen at Lakeside Mall - my first job.
After work, Duane - my step-dad - came to pick me up. I was tired, and didn't realize how tipsy he was until I looked back on it years later. As it was, I laughed at him when he completely passed our house, and had to circle around the block to find it again.
Back in those days, my Grandma Rodgers - a truly strong and amazing woman in her own right - came and spent the night before Thanksgiving at our house to help my mom cook and prepare for the Thanksgiving feast.
On this particular night, I laid down on my bed, the room dark - lit only by the light of my stereo receiver - and began listening to Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" album from front to back - the first time I'd ever heard the entire album.
Mesmerized by the dark and gloomy music, I closed my eyes and relaxed, inhaling the amazing aromas of tomorrow's sure-to-be tasty banquet made for giving thanks.
I was warm, I was comforted, I was home, and had no worries in the world.
And ever since that night when all of my senses vibrated as one for one amazing moment, I have made it a habit...
To listen to Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" album from first note to final growl, and think happily about that moment all those years ago - and how important my grandmother was to me.
Yes, I listen to Black Sabbath and think of my grandmother at Thanksgiving.
And I am proud of it!
On Thanksgiving Eve, 1982, I was working hard at Olga's Kitchen at Lakeside Mall - my first job.
After work, Duane - my step-dad - came to pick me up. I was tired, and didn't realize how tipsy he was until I looked back on it years later. As it was, I laughed at him when he completely passed our house, and had to circle around the block to find it again.
Back in those days, my Grandma Rodgers - a truly strong and amazing woman in her own right - came and spent the night before Thanksgiving at our house to help my mom cook and prepare for the Thanksgiving feast.
On this particular night, I laid down on my bed, the room dark - lit only by the light of my stereo receiver - and began listening to Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" album from front to back - the first time I'd ever heard the entire album.
Mesmerized by the dark and gloomy music, I closed my eyes and relaxed, inhaling the amazing aromas of tomorrow's sure-to-be tasty banquet made for giving thanks.
I was warm, I was comforted, I was home, and had no worries in the world.
And ever since that night when all of my senses vibrated as one for one amazing moment, I have made it a habit...
To listen to Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" album from first note to final growl, and think happily about that moment all those years ago - and how important my grandmother was to me.
Yes, I listen to Black Sabbath and think of my grandmother at Thanksgiving.
And I am proud of it!
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Number 9, Number 9, Number 9...
The other day, I saw my oncologist again. Yearly checkup. Year 9.
And although everything is fine, I always get nervous seeing him.
And although I love the man, I always get nervous seeing him.
And although everything is fine, seeing him snaps me back to reality. About what is important, and what isn't.
I get introspective when I see my oncologist. Time heals all wounds, but some things change your life forever. The bad, and the good, and sometimes even the indifferent.
My doc made an important point the other day. He said that for the first time in history, we - as a society - have more cancer survivors than those with malignancies. Now, we need to understand the long term effects of the treatments that have allowed for so many survivors.
And though I am tickled to be one of those survivors, I need to be cognizant of potential issues. Add my chick disease - Sjogren's - on top of that, and there is more to be aware of down the road.
March will be 10 years since my original diagnosis. And although my oncologist keeps reminding me that I've got things I need to keep an eye out for, a man has gotta live his life. A man has got to make the most of the time he has ahead of him. And although there are things that we may have to worry about as a result of being a survivor, there are things we need to worry about being alive.
Why do we look both ways before crossing the street? Why do I need to get yearly CT scans?
If we have a lesson to learn, it must be that we have to live life to its fullest.
The other day, I saw my oncologist again. Yearly checkup. Year 9.
And although everything is fine, I always get nervous seeing him.
And although I love the man, I always get nervous seeing him.
And although everything is fine, seeing him snaps me back to reality. About what is important, and what isn't.
I get introspective when I see my oncologist. Time heals all wounds, but some things change your life forever. The bad, and the good, and sometimes even the indifferent.
My doc made an important point the other day. He said that for the first time in history, we - as a society - have more cancer survivors than those with malignancies. Now, we need to understand the long term effects of the treatments that have allowed for so many survivors.
And though I am tickled to be one of those survivors, I need to be cognizant of potential issues. Add my chick disease - Sjogren's - on top of that, and there is more to be aware of down the road.
March will be 10 years since my original diagnosis. And although my oncologist keeps reminding me that I've got things I need to keep an eye out for, a man has gotta live his life. A man has got to make the most of the time he has ahead of him. And although there are things that we may have to worry about as a result of being a survivor, there are things we need to worry about being alive.
Why do we look both ways before crossing the street? Why do I need to get yearly CT scans?
If we have a lesson to learn, it must be that we have to live life to its fullest.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Oh My Stars and Garters!
One of my favorite childhood comic book characters - The Beast - once sang a song that I thought of so many times this year:
"Take me out to the ballgame, buy me a whole bunch of beer..."
Tonight, the baseball season ended 10 days too early for the Detroit Tigers. That said, I actually expected them to lose the other night. But they gave me - and the city of Detroit - hope.
And what more could you ask from these guys?
Sheryl is the reason for my renewed love of the game of baseball. It was in appreciation of her, mostly, but also in appreciation of the game, that I took Sheryl to Tigerfest back in January for her birthday.
God, the smile on her face... turns me to Jell-o every time I remember it.
This year, instead of going to Cooperstown for our anniversary, we bought a 28-game package.
We shivered through April and May games. But we saw Justin Verlander's first game at home after his no hitter in Toronto, and I happened to capture it in a photo - the Cleveland Indians were no-hit into 8 innings.
We enjoyed the summer warmth in late June, and grabbed a couple of batting practice balls during a game with the Twins.
Speaking of the Twins, we were at Delmon Young's first game as a Tiger - against the Twins. And, well, we were also at Jim Thome's 600th home run night. Same game?
Oh boy, we were at WAY TOO MANY of Brad Penny's SLLLLOOOOWWWLLLYY pitched games!
We attended Christmas in July with one of my college roommates, and I attended a May Yankees game with my other college roommate - who reminded me that his first game ever - in the early to mid 1970s - was Tigers v. Yankees at Tiger Stadium. How cool is that?
A few weeks after Phil Coke twisted his ankle and was out of the lineup, I was able to ask him how the ankle felt: "Good," he said, "Real good!" Sheryl got his autograph, and a few others after standing eye to eye with Magglio Ordonez, with nothing to be signed and nothing to sign it with. One of many, many laughs I had with my amazing wife at CoPa this year.
Sheryl went to her first opening day this year, and I was thrilled to be her date (despite the cold!). And a couple of short weeks ago, both of us - with my mom and Bill - went to our first playoff game. We had tickets to both game 7 of the ALCS (which was never going to happen at CoPa), and game 3 of the World Series... which was scheduled for next Saturday.
We took Sheryl's nephew, my nephew, and niece to games this summer, and I went to a game with my team at work.
Wow. Every game has a story!
Of the most memorable games this year was the one where we won the 50/50 raffle. We were blessed to win, and to be able to share our winnings with the CATCH, CLF, Gilda's Club, The Lake House, and Capuchin Soup Kitchen charities.
Wow, we had a blast this year!
Tonight, I saw Jim Leyland's post-game press conference. This season, people either loved or hated Jim. I understood all but one of his decisions - and that decision was Delmon Young's appearance in the post-season after he had hurt his oblique, and went 0-5 the game before.
But no matter how you felt about Leyland, you have to admit that he's a classy guy. And I will step up and admit that I am definitely on his side.
So to all the great memories of the season, and the hope and pride they gave the city of Detroit, I just want to say: Bless you boys... here comes winter, with the promise of another spring...
One of my favorite childhood comic book characters - The Beast - once sang a song that I thought of so many times this year:
"Take me out to the ballgame, buy me a whole bunch of beer..."
Tonight, the baseball season ended 10 days too early for the Detroit Tigers. That said, I actually expected them to lose the other night. But they gave me - and the city of Detroit - hope.
And what more could you ask from these guys?
Sheryl is the reason for my renewed love of the game of baseball. It was in appreciation of her, mostly, but also in appreciation of the game, that I took Sheryl to Tigerfest back in January for her birthday.
God, the smile on her face... turns me to Jell-o every time I remember it.
This year, instead of going to Cooperstown for our anniversary, we bought a 28-game package.
We shivered through April and May games. But we saw Justin Verlander's first game at home after his no hitter in Toronto, and I happened to capture it in a photo - the Cleveland Indians were no-hit into 8 innings.
We enjoyed the summer warmth in late June, and grabbed a couple of batting practice balls during a game with the Twins.
Speaking of the Twins, we were at Delmon Young's first game as a Tiger - against the Twins. And, well, we were also at Jim Thome's 600th home run night. Same game?
Oh boy, we were at WAY TOO MANY of Brad Penny's SLLLLOOOOWWWLLLYY pitched games!
We attended Christmas in July with one of my college roommates, and I attended a May Yankees game with my other college roommate - who reminded me that his first game ever - in the early to mid 1970s - was Tigers v. Yankees at Tiger Stadium. How cool is that?
A few weeks after Phil Coke twisted his ankle and was out of the lineup, I was able to ask him how the ankle felt: "Good," he said, "Real good!" Sheryl got his autograph, and a few others after standing eye to eye with Magglio Ordonez, with nothing to be signed and nothing to sign it with. One of many, many laughs I had with my amazing wife at CoPa this year.
Sheryl went to her first opening day this year, and I was thrilled to be her date (despite the cold!). And a couple of short weeks ago, both of us - with my mom and Bill - went to our first playoff game. We had tickets to both game 7 of the ALCS (which was never going to happen at CoPa), and game 3 of the World Series... which was scheduled for next Saturday.
We took Sheryl's nephew, my nephew, and niece to games this summer, and I went to a game with my team at work.
Wow. Every game has a story!
Of the most memorable games this year was the one where we won the 50/50 raffle. We were blessed to win, and to be able to share our winnings with the CATCH, CLF, Gilda's Club, The Lake House, and Capuchin Soup Kitchen charities.
Wow, we had a blast this year!
Tonight, I saw Jim Leyland's post-game press conference. This season, people either loved or hated Jim. I understood all but one of his decisions - and that decision was Delmon Young's appearance in the post-season after he had hurt his oblique, and went 0-5 the game before.
But no matter how you felt about Leyland, you have to admit that he's a classy guy. And I will step up and admit that I am definitely on his side.
So to all the great memories of the season, and the hope and pride they gave the city of Detroit, I just want to say: Bless you boys... here comes winter, with the promise of another spring...
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
I was looking back...
I've caught up with my schoolwork, I've cooked dinner and washed dishes, I'm cranking some Frank Zappa (Live in New York), and I'm feeling a little nostalgic.
Nostalgic enough to blog, apparently...
I was thinking about fall. Here it comes, baby. 10 days away.
I always get a case of the blues come September. I like to think it's because September reminds me of Oktoberfest. And I'm sad that once again, I'm not going to Munich.
But that's not true.
I'm always sad to see summer go away. I'm thrilled that football is back, but summer is leaving. What did I accomplish this summer?
Well, I drank some really good wines. And this year was totally a Detroit Tigers summer. We went to 20 or so games at CoPa. We went to North Carolina and saw the Durham Bulls and Charlotte Knights play on yet another unbelievable vacation.
And I was a reading fool - getting through all but two of the books on my list from LAST year - before starting school again on September 1st.
I rode, too. But not nearly as much as I have in the past. Because I now work in Detroit, I wasn't able to bike commute. That was sad. I realized, too, how much I really, really, really missed multi-day rides. And it makes me even sadder to know that I may never ride another one.
Sheryl and I went to see Steely Dan at Fox Theatre, which was one of the coolest shows I've ever seen. I think the only thing missing was being outdoors and drinking some sweet summer cocktails.
But you all know that I am constantly looking forward. I need something to look forward to. Goals to work towards...
This fall and winter will be full of studying and swim classes. Not a lot of variety, perhaps, but what else are you going to do during the winter in Michigan? Ugh, I hate cold weather...
By next summer, I should have my PMP certification and associate Master's certificate. I should be healthier than I am now, and busy planning the next thing.
This weekend, I'm gonna look for some good, golden, cloudy Weissbier, and chase that Oktoberfest monkey out of my head. Hopefully Sheryl and I will get some good miles in our legs - whether Daisy is shaking her tail at Moyo or Shtiya - and we'll hear some tunes and drink some vodka at the Ferndale DIY fair.
Monday, I'll rocks my ass off with the Foo Fighters.
Hell, who's got time to get nostalgic?
I've caught up with my schoolwork, I've cooked dinner and washed dishes, I'm cranking some Frank Zappa (Live in New York), and I'm feeling a little nostalgic.
Nostalgic enough to blog, apparently...
I was thinking about fall. Here it comes, baby. 10 days away.
I always get a case of the blues come September. I like to think it's because September reminds me of Oktoberfest. And I'm sad that once again, I'm not going to Munich.
But that's not true.
I'm always sad to see summer go away. I'm thrilled that football is back, but summer is leaving. What did I accomplish this summer?
Well, I drank some really good wines. And this year was totally a Detroit Tigers summer. We went to 20 or so games at CoPa. We went to North Carolina and saw the Durham Bulls and Charlotte Knights play on yet another unbelievable vacation.
And I was a reading fool - getting through all but two of the books on my list from LAST year - before starting school again on September 1st.
I rode, too. But not nearly as much as I have in the past. Because I now work in Detroit, I wasn't able to bike commute. That was sad. I realized, too, how much I really, really, really missed multi-day rides. And it makes me even sadder to know that I may never ride another one.
Sheryl and I went to see Steely Dan at Fox Theatre, which was one of the coolest shows I've ever seen. I think the only thing missing was being outdoors and drinking some sweet summer cocktails.
But you all know that I am constantly looking forward. I need something to look forward to. Goals to work towards...
This fall and winter will be full of studying and swim classes. Not a lot of variety, perhaps, but what else are you going to do during the winter in Michigan? Ugh, I hate cold weather...
By next summer, I should have my PMP certification and associate Master's certificate. I should be healthier than I am now, and busy planning the next thing.
This weekend, I'm gonna look for some good, golden, cloudy Weissbier, and chase that Oktoberfest monkey out of my head. Hopefully Sheryl and I will get some good miles in our legs - whether Daisy is shaking her tail at Moyo or Shtiya - and we'll hear some tunes and drink some vodka at the Ferndale DIY fair.
Monday, I'll rocks my ass off with the Foo Fighters.
Hell, who's got time to get nostalgic?
Thursday, August 04, 2011
What Is "The Goal"?
I've been on a reading tear lately. After taking a year to finish my Winston Churchill book, I've ripped through a couple of business books and a personal growth book.
The business book that I'm finishing now is called "The Goal".
The book has really captivated my thought processes, as I find myself looking at work problems differently.
Tonight I was thinking about how this would be an incredible book to discuss with my step-dad, Duane.
Duane was a through and through assembly plant guy. Although my dad and I would have had an interesting conversation about "The Goal", I think the discussions I'd have with Duane would be more fulfilling.
Looking at "The Goal", and my job, I wonder sometimes what the hell I am doing at my company. I still feel that I am there for a greater good, but I am really starting to wonder if it's got anything to do with the job itself. Is it possible that I am supposed to be there to impact people on a personal level, and not to improve the work that we do?
All I know is that I have really enjoyed learning all of the things I've been learning - from the alternative energy class, to economics, to proposal writing, to the beginnings of WWII... from all that I've learned about myself, and everything else...
It's been good stuff.
I simply wish that I could share it with the influential men in my life - Duane, Jim, and George. Let's meet for coffee in my dreams.
I've been on a reading tear lately. After taking a year to finish my Winston Churchill book, I've ripped through a couple of business books and a personal growth book.
The business book that I'm finishing now is called "The Goal".
The book has really captivated my thought processes, as I find myself looking at work problems differently.
Tonight I was thinking about how this would be an incredible book to discuss with my step-dad, Duane.
Duane was a through and through assembly plant guy. Although my dad and I would have had an interesting conversation about "The Goal", I think the discussions I'd have with Duane would be more fulfilling.
Looking at "The Goal", and my job, I wonder sometimes what the hell I am doing at my company. I still feel that I am there for a greater good, but I am really starting to wonder if it's got anything to do with the job itself. Is it possible that I am supposed to be there to impact people on a personal level, and not to improve the work that we do?
All I know is that I have really enjoyed learning all of the things I've been learning - from the alternative energy class, to economics, to proposal writing, to the beginnings of WWII... from all that I've learned about myself, and everything else...
It's been good stuff.
I simply wish that I could share it with the influential men in my life - Duane, Jim, and George. Let's meet for coffee in my dreams.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
A few years ago, I took Sheryl to Cleveland for her birthday. Yeah, it sounds like more of a slap on the wrist than a present, but we had a really nice time, and I was thrilled to do something nice for her.
We spent one day with a dear friends of Sheryl's, and on the next day, we decided to check out the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame before heading home.
I personally loved the hall of fame. There were some amazing exhibits, and approximately halfway through, there were some mini movie theaters, which showed classic rock and roll films on loop. Sheryl and I relaxed a bit while watching "The Concert for Bangladesh" - which was possibly George Harrison's first major activity after the breakup of the Beatles.
I remember watching the film, thinking how magical that moment was - I had only heard of this recording and this movie, I had never expected to have seen it with my own eyes. And at the freaking hall of fame of all places!
Today, Sheryl and I had a great night at the Detroit Tigers baseball game. Comerica Park - where the Tigers play - recently hosted Paul McCartney's "On the Run" tour.
When I got home tonight, I went on Itunes to download a song I heard at the game - Muse's "Uprising".
And lo and behold, right when I opened Itunes, there was the 40th Anniversary edition of George Harrison's Concert for Bangladesh.
Yes, I downloaded it.
And as I listen to it right now, I think of the random thoughts that all seem to mesh together. And I think of all the amazing music that the Beatles released together and on their own.
Who could possibly compare?
40 years, George. You had your head and heart in the right place. You did some amazing things with your life, and you used your fame for the powers of good.
There is so much more out there in the world, and we all have something to contribute.
We spent one day with a dear friends of Sheryl's, and on the next day, we decided to check out the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame before heading home.
I personally loved the hall of fame. There were some amazing exhibits, and approximately halfway through, there were some mini movie theaters, which showed classic rock and roll films on loop. Sheryl and I relaxed a bit while watching "The Concert for Bangladesh" - which was possibly George Harrison's first major activity after the breakup of the Beatles.
I remember watching the film, thinking how magical that moment was - I had only heard of this recording and this movie, I had never expected to have seen it with my own eyes. And at the freaking hall of fame of all places!
Today, Sheryl and I had a great night at the Detroit Tigers baseball game. Comerica Park - where the Tigers play - recently hosted Paul McCartney's "On the Run" tour.
When I got home tonight, I went on Itunes to download a song I heard at the game - Muse's "Uprising".
And lo and behold, right when I opened Itunes, there was the 40th Anniversary edition of George Harrison's Concert for Bangladesh.
Yes, I downloaded it.
And as I listen to it right now, I think of the random thoughts that all seem to mesh together. And I think of all the amazing music that the Beatles released together and on their own.
Who could possibly compare?
40 years, George. You had your head and heart in the right place. You did some amazing things with your life, and you used your fame for the powers of good.
There is so much more out there in the world, and we all have something to contribute.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Inspirational Dirty Work (You Crazy Showbiz Kids!)
Tonight, we went to see Steely Dan at the Fox Theater. WOW, what a great show!
Obviously, they couldn't play ALL of their greatest hits, but with a setlist that included Aja, Black Cow, Hey Nineteen, Boddhisatva, Showbiz Kids, Dirty Work, Your Gold Teeth, My Old School, Reelin' in the Years, Josie, and Peg... how could you go wrong?
The songwriting that these guys come up with is inspirational. I found myself wanting to be in their stories - a part of their songs.
And wanting to write like them.
What a great (and refreshing) evening. There aren't a lot of bands that Sheryl and I can appreciate together, but Steely Dan is one of them.
Wow.
Wow!
Tonight, we went to see Steely Dan at the Fox Theater. WOW, what a great show!
Obviously, they couldn't play ALL of their greatest hits, but with a setlist that included Aja, Black Cow, Hey Nineteen, Boddhisatva, Showbiz Kids, Dirty Work, Your Gold Teeth, My Old School, Reelin' in the Years, Josie, and Peg... how could you go wrong?
The songwriting that these guys come up with is inspirational. I found myself wanting to be in their stories - a part of their songs.
And wanting to write like them.
What a great (and refreshing) evening. There aren't a lot of bands that Sheryl and I can appreciate together, but Steely Dan is one of them.
Wow.
Wow!
Saturday, July 09, 2011
Carolina on my mind
Despite getting land-locked in Tennessee, today we managed to get home from our trip to North Carolina.
It was an extremely productive week. We made some new friends who can actually help us make our trip down South, and we scoped out potential new homes.
While we were at it, we watched some minor league ball, and visited with family. We took a few tours, and relaxed... believe it or not.
We've seen the prize, now we need to keep our eyes on it.
Are you ready to rock?
Despite getting land-locked in Tennessee, today we managed to get home from our trip to North Carolina.
It was an extremely productive week. We made some new friends who can actually help us make our trip down South, and we scoped out potential new homes.
While we were at it, we watched some minor league ball, and visited with family. We took a few tours, and relaxed... believe it or not.
We've seen the prize, now we need to keep our eyes on it.
Are you ready to rock?
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Beware the Ides of July... the time of year when the doping controls eliminate 10% of the Tour de France riders before a pedal is pushed "in anger".
Yes, the Ides of July. Time for Andy Schleck to step up and earn the top spot on the podium - I'm tired of seeing that rat Contador win!
I'm ready for the Ides of July - when Spartacus raises his arms in victory and pulls on the yellow tunic.
Dopers be damned!
Yes, the Ides of July. Time for Andy Schleck to step up and earn the top spot on the podium - I'm tired of seeing that rat Contador win!
I'm ready for the Ides of July - when Spartacus raises his arms in victory and pulls on the yellow tunic.
Dopers be damned!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
45 (Revolutions per Minute)
"...Bells are chiming and tears are falling
It creeps up on you without warning, 45..."
- Elvis Costello, "45"
In June 1982, I went to my first concert: Blue Oyster Cult, with Aldo Nova opening.
To my frenzied 16 year old mind, it was a Dionysian orgy of guitars, drums, lights, and fun, fun, fun.
The next day, I walked my ass to driver's training - the 6-10am course.
In February 1998, I remember my step-dad (and overall wonderful man) announce "Today is the 40th anniversary of my 21st birthday".
And we rousingly toasted his health.
In October 2002, I celebrated the end of chemotherapy and radiation treatments at home with my mom, my aunt, and my uncle, drinking beer and watching the Red Wings on TV.
That day was my life - day zero.
Not being a parent, I found myself wondering tonight if by my celebrating my birthday, my mother actually celebrated every single birthday of my 45 years.
In a way, it could be like the Tralfamadorians in Kurt Vonnegut's book "Schlachthof Fuenf" - Slaughterhouse Five - where they saw humans as centipedes - each year was a section of body... the head was the oldest version, and the tail was the youngest.
Does that happen as a parent? Do you not celebrate each year of your child's life, but rather EVERY year of your child's life?
I'm 45. I've made the "45-54" age bracket.
My life is not as exciting as it used to be, but it is even more fulfilling than ever before.
I never thought I'd see that day, yet I can't wait to see what the next day brings.
For those of us in the Western hemisphere, tomorrow brings us summer.
Finally, my old friend has come home for a visit.
45.
"...Bells are chiming and tears are falling
It creeps up on you without warning, 45..."
- Elvis Costello, "45"
In June 1982, I went to my first concert: Blue Oyster Cult, with Aldo Nova opening.
To my frenzied 16 year old mind, it was a Dionysian orgy of guitars, drums, lights, and fun, fun, fun.
The next day, I walked my ass to driver's training - the 6-10am course.
In February 1998, I remember my step-dad (and overall wonderful man) announce "Today is the 40th anniversary of my 21st birthday".
And we rousingly toasted his health.
In October 2002, I celebrated the end of chemotherapy and radiation treatments at home with my mom, my aunt, and my uncle, drinking beer and watching the Red Wings on TV.
That day was my life - day zero.
Not being a parent, I found myself wondering tonight if by my celebrating my birthday, my mother actually celebrated every single birthday of my 45 years.
In a way, it could be like the Tralfamadorians in Kurt Vonnegut's book "Schlachthof Fuenf" - Slaughterhouse Five - where they saw humans as centipedes - each year was a section of body... the head was the oldest version, and the tail was the youngest.
Does that happen as a parent? Do you not celebrate each year of your child's life, but rather EVERY year of your child's life?
I'm 45. I've made the "45-54" age bracket.
My life is not as exciting as it used to be, but it is even more fulfilling than ever before.
I never thought I'd see that day, yet I can't wait to see what the next day brings.
For those of us in the Western hemisphere, tomorrow brings us summer.
Finally, my old friend has come home for a visit.
45.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
When I'm 44...
I just read a little article in Wine Enthusiast magazine about Miranda Lambert. Whoever she is.
In the interview, they asked her the question: What would your 16-year-old self think of yourself now?
It made me think that this would be a good blog post.
Today, Sheryl and I went to a graduation party for one of her cousins' kids. It was nice. We had a lot of fun hanging out with her cousins. It was sort of like sitting at the kids table for Thanksgiving. I received some kind words from Sheryl's Aunt, and we laughed. A lot.
My 16-year-old self would not understand the nearly 45-year-old version of himself. In fact, the 30-year-old version of me wouldn't understand me.
The 16-year-old me might enjoy hanging out with me, but that's not a given. I was still trying to figure out my way through high school. Still trying to deal with the kids I went to school with. I don't think the current version of me could really tell the 16-year-old version of me anything that would stick with the 16-year-old me. No advice. No wisdom. Nothing.
That's how closed-minded I was at 16.
The 30-year-old version of me would like the current me, but wouldn't spend a lot of time with the current me because the 30-year-old me was out looking to party most of the time. I was still 4 years away from cancer. 4 years away from changing my neurotic mindset. And 7 years away from meeting my future wife.
7 years from changing my life - for the better.
My 16-year-old self would not have enjoyed today's graduation party. My 30-year-old version would have had a few shots beforehand. And my nearly 45-year-old self recognized that there are things you will be a part of that you never expected.
What is the most important piece of advice I would give my 16-year-old self?
Don't be afraid. You can do anything, and will accomplish a lot. Enjoy the ride.
The most important piece of advice I would give my 30-year-old self?
Don't try to force things. Everything comes about at the right time. Just make sure that you are in the best possible position when that door opens.
To all my other selves: Be gracious and appreciate what you've got.
God knows there's a lot in life to appreciate.
I just read a little article in Wine Enthusiast magazine about Miranda Lambert. Whoever she is.
In the interview, they asked her the question: What would your 16-year-old self think of yourself now?
It made me think that this would be a good blog post.
Today, Sheryl and I went to a graduation party for one of her cousins' kids. It was nice. We had a lot of fun hanging out with her cousins. It was sort of like sitting at the kids table for Thanksgiving. I received some kind words from Sheryl's Aunt, and we laughed. A lot.
My 16-year-old self would not understand the nearly 45-year-old version of himself. In fact, the 30-year-old version of me wouldn't understand me.
The 16-year-old me might enjoy hanging out with me, but that's not a given. I was still trying to figure out my way through high school. Still trying to deal with the kids I went to school with. I don't think the current version of me could really tell the 16-year-old version of me anything that would stick with the 16-year-old me. No advice. No wisdom. Nothing.
That's how closed-minded I was at 16.
The 30-year-old version of me would like the current me, but wouldn't spend a lot of time with the current me because the 30-year-old me was out looking to party most of the time. I was still 4 years away from cancer. 4 years away from changing my neurotic mindset. And 7 years away from meeting my future wife.
7 years from changing my life - for the better.
My 16-year-old self would not have enjoyed today's graduation party. My 30-year-old version would have had a few shots beforehand. And my nearly 45-year-old self recognized that there are things you will be a part of that you never expected.
What is the most important piece of advice I would give my 16-year-old self?
Don't be afraid. You can do anything, and will accomplish a lot. Enjoy the ride.
The most important piece of advice I would give my 30-year-old self?
Don't try to force things. Everything comes about at the right time. Just make sure that you are in the best possible position when that door opens.
To all my other selves: Be gracious and appreciate what you've got.
God knows there's a lot in life to appreciate.
Thursday, June 09, 2011
Days and Days and Days...
Last weekend, Sheryl and I went to a bar to see a musical duo - half of which was a former patient of hers. Had a nice time seeing Mario play. And since Mario and I are brothers-in-disease, it was just plain good to see him and talk to him.
That's something about the cancer survivors that I run across. We have a different point of view on life, and it's something that doesn't have to be spoken about - you see it in their eyes, hear it in their voices, and feel it in their touch.
The next day, we went to visit with our friends, whom we haven't spent much time with in a long time. Over wine and cheese, we caught up with stories, advice, and memories.
Life is built on weekends like that.
The workweek, on the other hand, was brutal. As a result, I took today off.
My day was essentially filled with a lunch date with my cousin and yes, an amazing bike ride.
The 13.6 mile ride today added to the 12 mile ride I did in yesterday's 100 degree heat. As usual, the rides did wonders for my head and body.
This weekend will be spent at the ballpark, with my mom and Bill, and with Sheryl's relatives.
I can't wait to see what life will look like on the other side of these next few days...
Last weekend, Sheryl and I went to a bar to see a musical duo - half of which was a former patient of hers. Had a nice time seeing Mario play. And since Mario and I are brothers-in-disease, it was just plain good to see him and talk to him.
That's something about the cancer survivors that I run across. We have a different point of view on life, and it's something that doesn't have to be spoken about - you see it in their eyes, hear it in their voices, and feel it in their touch.
The next day, we went to visit with our friends, whom we haven't spent much time with in a long time. Over wine and cheese, we caught up with stories, advice, and memories.
Life is built on weekends like that.
The workweek, on the other hand, was brutal. As a result, I took today off.
My day was essentially filled with a lunch date with my cousin and yes, an amazing bike ride.
The 13.6 mile ride today added to the 12 mile ride I did in yesterday's 100 degree heat. As usual, the rides did wonders for my head and body.
This weekend will be spent at the ballpark, with my mom and Bill, and with Sheryl's relatives.
I can't wait to see what life will look like on the other side of these next few days...
Monday, May 23, 2011
Take Me Out to the Ballgame...
Had a tremendous evening at the ballpark today. Had a crappy day at work, went to a doctor appointment, then went to the ballpark.
It was warm and sunny. Sheryl was in the process of getting her second Tiger's autograph on her mitt when the sky opened up.
It poured like Noah built an ark!
After a while, the rain stopped, and the game was postponed only 30 minutes. It was a nice night, and the sky gave us some cool pictures.
So here I sit, watching the end of the game - we left after six innings - and I smile, knowing we had a fabulous night at the ballpark, and got our salsa bowls, too!
Had a tremendous evening at the ballpark today. Had a crappy day at work, went to a doctor appointment, then went to the ballpark.
It was warm and sunny. Sheryl was in the process of getting her second Tiger's autograph on her mitt when the sky opened up.
It poured like Noah built an ark!
After a while, the rain stopped, and the game was postponed only 30 minutes. It was a nice night, and the sky gave us some cool pictures.
So here I sit, watching the end of the game - we left after six innings - and I smile, knowing we had a fabulous night at the ballpark, and got our salsa bowls, too!
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Take the Revolution
There's a call for revolution
On the streets, throwin' beats
People don't see colors, just brothers
Thumpin' bass, dollar chase
Mos Def be the name of freedom
A show of strength, miles in length
Power to the people, the steeple,
God bless the children and mothers,
Wives, sons and brothers.
The life I need to show, I hope I don't blow
My chance to dance trance perhaps.
Can we focus on the prime, the locust of time
The scourge of man, I'm not a fan,
But I can stand hand in hand with my fellow man
And determine the digital linguistics
Statistics, the will of the mystics -
All around the world, they twirled like flags unfurled
Spinning like Rumi, sue me if you can't name that tune, me,
I try to report the retort from the resort
And the battle in the streets the deet-tails which without fail
Cause me to stumble, bumble, and mumble
mmmmmmmmmmmm
Are we awake or asleep yet?
There's a call for revolution
On the streets, throwin' beats
People don't see colors, just brothers
Thumpin' bass, dollar chase
Mos Def be the name of freedom
A show of strength, miles in length
Power to the people, the steeple,
God bless the children and mothers,
Wives, sons and brothers.
The life I need to show, I hope I don't blow
My chance to dance trance perhaps.
Can we focus on the prime, the locust of time
The scourge of man, I'm not a fan,
But I can stand hand in hand with my fellow man
And determine the digital linguistics
Statistics, the will of the mystics -
All around the world, they twirled like flags unfurled
Spinning like Rumi, sue me if you can't name that tune, me,
I try to report the retort from the resort
And the battle in the streets the deet-tails which without fail
Cause me to stumble, bumble, and mumble
mmmmmmmmmmmm
Are we awake or asleep yet?
Friday, May 06, 2011
First - Again!
Tonight I experienced another first. I attended my first wine tasting.
The event occurred at the Cloverleaf in Royal Oak. I had an absolute blast learning about some 50-60 wines. Ironically, I found that the wine tasting was much like the tequila tastings I have with my brother and uncle. Fortunately, I was able to try more wines in one night than I would tequilas!
I would like to thank the Cloverleaf for making me feel like I deserved to be there. Yes, I spend a lot of money there, but it's purely selfish...
I truly have come to enjoy wine. I never thought I would, and never thought I would. Basically, I never thought I would.
It has definitely been fun, and tonight opened my eyes to different types of wine drinkers, tasters, and snobs.
What a real treat!
For the record, I brought home two bottles... of something that was not even offered during the tasting.
Strange, strange world we live in...
Tonight I experienced another first. I attended my first wine tasting.
The event occurred at the Cloverleaf in Royal Oak. I had an absolute blast learning about some 50-60 wines. Ironically, I found that the wine tasting was much like the tequila tastings I have with my brother and uncle. Fortunately, I was able to try more wines in one night than I would tequilas!
I would like to thank the Cloverleaf for making me feel like I deserved to be there. Yes, I spend a lot of money there, but it's purely selfish...
I truly have come to enjoy wine. I never thought I would, and never thought I would. Basically, I never thought I would.
It has definitely been fun, and tonight opened my eyes to different types of wine drinkers, tasters, and snobs.
What a real treat!
For the record, I brought home two bottles... of something that was not even offered during the tasting.
Strange, strange world we live in...
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Who
In 2008, I totally believed that the world was going to change. President Obama was inspiring as he took over the presidency.
But nothing happened.
I don't know, is it me, or are we totally lacking inspiration these days?
I saw a commercial on CBC while watching some hockey. It was awesome, talking about what a great country Canada is, and can be. It got me wondering about the topic of inspiration.
We take an awful lot for granted here. We are looking to lower our deficit, get our economy on track, and yet, our elected officials are polar opposites, and cannot agree on anything.
We need someone to step up and inspire us. We can be great, and I feel like we've lost that. Where is the great American dream, where are the real leaders? Who has the guts to make things magical again in this country?
It's time, isn't it?
In 2008, I totally believed that the world was going to change. President Obama was inspiring as he took over the presidency.
But nothing happened.
I don't know, is it me, or are we totally lacking inspiration these days?
I saw a commercial on CBC while watching some hockey. It was awesome, talking about what a great country Canada is, and can be. It got me wondering about the topic of inspiration.
We take an awful lot for granted here. We are looking to lower our deficit, get our economy on track, and yet, our elected officials are polar opposites, and cannot agree on anything.
We need someone to step up and inspire us. We can be great, and I feel like we've lost that. Where is the great American dream, where are the real leaders? Who has the guts to make things magical again in this country?
It's time, isn't it?
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
What's Your Opportunity Cost?
So... it seems like it was a million years ago when I started my economics class. You will remember that I took this class for... ummm, the heck of it. Because I was intrigued by what I could learn.
I started off well enough. I studied hard, did pretty well, attended every class, did all my homework, blah blah blah.
And then I started my new job. Oy! Who woulda figured that a simple job change could wreck havok on a class???
My grades plummeted, but I kept fighting through.
Still, my desire to ace the class carried me through. I continued to work as hard as I could, and as football players say, I left it all out on the field.
Tonight, I attended my last class - prior to next weeks' final exam. If I could swing an 85 on tonight's test, I figured I would have an A - regardless of the final (aka, I wouldn't have to take the final!).
I had not taken a few points into account, and ended up needing 43 points. Now remember, this was for an A. I already have a B locked up.
Well, I still don't know how I did on the test, but I will find out in a few days. The bottom line is... even if I get a B... I don't think I'm gonna take the final.
I learned a whole lot in this class regardless of the grade. And the sad part is that I really am glad it's over.
Come on A!!!!
So... it seems like it was a million years ago when I started my economics class. You will remember that I took this class for... ummm, the heck of it. Because I was intrigued by what I could learn.
I started off well enough. I studied hard, did pretty well, attended every class, did all my homework, blah blah blah.
And then I started my new job. Oy! Who woulda figured that a simple job change could wreck havok on a class???
My grades plummeted, but I kept fighting through.
Still, my desire to ace the class carried me through. I continued to work as hard as I could, and as football players say, I left it all out on the field.
Tonight, I attended my last class - prior to next weeks' final exam. If I could swing an 85 on tonight's test, I figured I would have an A - regardless of the final (aka, I wouldn't have to take the final!).
I had not taken a few points into account, and ended up needing 43 points. Now remember, this was for an A. I already have a B locked up.
Well, I still don't know how I did on the test, but I will find out in a few days. The bottom line is... even if I get a B... I don't think I'm gonna take the final.
I learned a whole lot in this class regardless of the grade. And the sad part is that I really am glad it's over.
Come on A!!!!
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