Its been a dramatic and event-filled summer here at the Palatial Estates. Here are some notables that didn’t get their own blog but warranted an honorable mention by yours truly. We jump all around the spectrum today so I hope that you’re warmed up, ready to read and mentally fortified to take this all in. YOU’RE WELCOME America.
- This is my first vehicle. A 1972 Chevy LUV pick-up truck that Dad and I bought together. 80% rust. The only things that didn’t have rust on them were the brake peddle and steering wheel. Four cylinder engine. Four on the floor which required the middle passenger to move their leg one way or the other when I shifted. Crank windows. Manual choke and steering. The horn was a button on the dash beside the AM radio. I installed a secondhand 8 track player and TWO 6X9 tri-axial speakers that rolled around behind the seat when I whipped kitties in the gravel. IT. WAS. AWESOME!! On a rare half-day from school me, Scott Carlson and Gary Kelting would squeeze into the cab and head off for Northpark Mall in the big city of Davenport. Scott brought his boom box and a collection of cassettes. Foreigner, The J. Geils Band, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts sprinkled in with some Back in Black by AC/DC. Not good times…EPIC TIMES!! I was 16…my buddies 15. I didn’t know any better. Remember that for later…
- We tore off our old sunroom and put in its place a brand spanking new one. We love it! I christened it with a nap shortly after its completion. Its also good for drinking coffee in during the morning and beer in the evenings. Who knew?!
- We tore down our old tool shed, displacing hundreds of crickets and spiders, and had a new one put up. As a result I had to get a tetanus shot after being assaulted by a piece of plywood with a rusty screw protruding from it. The nurse commented several times that she’d never heard a scream as shrill as mine. True story.
- We’re getting new neighbors for only the second time in fourteen years. Our neighborhood doesn’t turn over that much. When you live next to eye-candy like me you won’t want to leave. Just sayin’.
- I have just about everything ready for my Halloween costume. On Monday October 31st you’ll see it on Facebook and remark “he apparently has too much time on his hands…” or you’ll high-five the nearest person shouting “THAT’S WHAT I’M FREAKIN’ TALKIN’ ABOUT!!” I play to win. Everyone else is dressing for first runner-up.
- I kept a 1972 Eisenhower silver dollar in my pocket for the last two baseball seasons. For most of my Little League and 3 on 3 basketball league games the initial possession is decided by a coin flip. Hundreds of games have been started with the flip of that coin. Hundreds of hours spent in my pocket during the last two summers. I gave it to a young girl on the final night of my season who had volunteered to keep score at her brothers games that night. I’m guessing that she was around the sixth grade. Her brother and his teammates gave her crap all game. She took it like a pro and didn’t let them get to her. As I gave it to her I told her how many games I had started with it and that I wanted her to have it for helping out all night long. Her face lit up as she whispered “wow”. I hope that she keeps it.
- After the 2015 high school baseball season I made a decision to take a season away from working varsity baseball games. I was getting home at 11:30 at night, getting up at 5 the next morning and repeating the process. It also seemed like every night one of the coaches chose to act like a prick. I decided to step away and only work USSSA kids baseball games and local sub-varsity games. It went so well that I’m getting away from varsity baseball altogether. The money is about the same while the time away from home is much less. A final note about that high school season in which the coaches were edgy…I received two post-season recomendations…which is a nice acknowledgement that I was, in fact, doing a good job. Go suck an egg Coach!
- I realized that I sound great singing any Dwight Yoakam, Trace Adkins, George Strait or Diamond Rio song while driving my truck. I’m quite talented that way.
- I’m part of the Big Brothers/Big Sisters organization, pairing men and women with at risk kids. (I’m a “Brother” in case you’re scoring at home). My little brother comes from a love-filled, single parent home. Dad’s not in the picture, hasn’t been for quite a while. My Brother is quiet. We’ve been together almost two years. He doesn’t know some of the basic “guy” stuff so I’ve set some goals that instead of just going to movies and such we’d work on some of those things…basic “dude” stuff. Today we washed and waxed my truck but not before turning on some classic rock on the garage radio (its a rule…you gotta have the tunes rockin‘) then grilled some burgers with him setting up the briquettes, doing the seasoning and grilling. He’s almost fourteen, stands close to six feet tall. Too old to be a child. Too young to be a man. I made him work. I made him learn. He had fun. Summers drawing to a close very soon. I hope to get in some more stuff with him before its gone, though today…today was a good day.
- Did I mention that I taught him how to clean up chrome rims? If not…here’s proof that I did. I figured that since I enjoyed cleaning up my parents car and truck when I was Logan’s age that he might just like it too if someone taught him. He did.
I’d imagine that a better writer would find some coy and thoughtful way to wrap up todays blog, using an analogy to mirror the similarities between working, learning, having fun and maturing from kid to adult….but I’m not that guy. I only wanted to help out a kid like the many folks that have helped me out somewhere along my way, getting me to where I am today. Blessed I am. A blessing I try to be.
Until next time, God bless you and yours.