Walking Where Men Fear To Tread

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Contradictions- The ocean is both beauty and beast.

Midnight approaches and I am accompanied by the dog and Ray Charles singing “Come Back Baby.”

Tomorrow morning I will check back in with family and friends who are being pounded by Sandy and hope they remain safe and dry.

It is surreal to be here in LA where the temperatures are in pushing towards ranges most often associated with Summer while elsewhere people are bundled up in winter clothing.

Women Rule Social Media

One of the guys I play ball with just found out I am a blogger. He thinks it is funny to ask if I am a mommy blogger and wonders if I know that women rule social media.

I smile and tell him that I am not the guy who got a vasectomy. His grin disappears and he walks away.

It is common knowledge that his wife forced him to get clipped and I am tired of his antics. I don’t need to engage in pissing contests and have little to no interest in the silly verbal sparring he wants to engage in.

Not to mention I am well aware of my cranky state and know trouble is coming. Most of the time I am a happy curmudgeon, but not tonight.

My knees and back hurt and I am concerned that the miles of wear and tear are catching up with me.

I Am Not Old

The comment about mileage isn’t a euphemism for a hard life of drugs and drinking. It is an acknowledgement of how I played sports.

I have spent decades playing hard. Haven’t had the talent to keep up with some of the guys but I made up for it in will and desire. I did the dirty work and spent time doing stuff that many didn’t want to do.

That is why some of the guys let me play with them. They were far more talented and normally wouldn’t pick me, but I made them want to because I played hard.

I keep repeating that because it is how I cope with not being able to play as I once did. It is not easy to accept and that is why I bring it up often, but sooner or later I’ll let go of the part that fights and adjust.

Rolling With The Changes

I am still rolling with the changes because it is how things go and there are no other options.

The blog is having issues. I noticed last night that when I tried to create a new post I couldn’t add pictures and the HTML editor was gone. It appears Jetpack is having issues. When I deactivate it the problems seem to disappear.

That irks me. It is one of my favorite plugins. Have to do more checking.

Ray Charles and Dad Bloggers

Ray has moved on to “You Don’t Know Me”, “It Should Have Been Me” and a dozen other songs I never tire of listening to.

Been a fan of Ray’s for more than 25 years but some of my most prominent memories come from my first apartment, a turntable and a bottle of Scotch.

I’d come home from work, turn on Ray and grab a drink. It was me, Ray and Johnny Walker standing on the balcony watching the sunset. Most nights I wouldn’t have more than that one drink, but every now and then there were…more.

Occasionally I’d wake up in the big stuffed chair I inherited from my grandparents and wonder why hangovers hurt so damn much.

Somewhere in the midst of all this came a girl who listened to Ray with me and would lie in bed listening to me talk about dreams for the future.

I remember listening to her talk about the future she wanted felt like this very wise, very old man.

Now I look back and laugh at the very young, very naive man I was.

Who I Was, Who I Am, Who I Will Become

Ray was there back in the days I refer to as who I was and he is here now in the time I call who I am. It is safe to say he’ll still be hanging out with me when I who I will become show up.

I feel like I have lived a thousand lives. Don’t know if everyone feels this way or if it is the province of writers, just that I feel this way.

Maybe it is because people have told me that if we had met at a different time or different place we might have done things together. Maybe it is because I see stories in my head and hear their whispers in my mind.

There is much joy in this journey and confidence that I am on my way to where I am going. Can’t ask for more than that and a request for health and wealth for my family and friends.

And that my friends is Just Write.

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8 comments
Betsy Cross
Betsy Cross

Survived the storm, enjoyed weather in the 60's and red a book cover to cover from 4am 'til IDK when....with a candle on my lap! That was difficult. I don't know if we get wiser with age or more humble and willing to admit how stupid we are!

Mark
Mark

Play Hard! Is there any other way? When you can put all of that drive, passion, determination, and grit into your working mind, you can play at a level nobody can compete with! Physical games are for kids and are temporal; mind games are for Jedi Masters whose words and work will live into eternity. Cheer's to kicking ass and taking names!

Joe
Joe

I live near New York's capital of Albany, and Sandy was supposed to hammer us, but we were mostly spared, unlike the poor people in NYC and NJ. Quite a storm. Irene got us pretty good last year with massive flooding in our region, so I'm happy this storm wasn't as bad for us. Ray was one of my faves growing up. "You Don't Know Me". What a song! My parents played Ray on vinyl all the time, so I grew up loving it. I also like to pair my music with scotch occasionally. Dewar's is my vice of choice. I need to limit myself to just one as well... :)

Jack
Jack

Hi Betsy, Glad to hear the storm went well. Warm temperatures are good, although I have to be honest and say the 60s sound cold to me. ;) I think it is a combination of wisdom and humility that allows us to be more honest as we age.

Jack
Jack

Hi Mark, I knew you'd appreciate playing hard. I have no regrets about how hard I have played, but I feel it. If I can figure out a way to iron out some of the kinks I'll be glad. Too young to give up the game. That physical part of my "game" is important. It helps keep my mind clear, so I always bear that in mind. Two parts of the package.

Jack
Jack

Hi Joe, I have been up your way. A couple years ago we visited my sister in Jersey and then drove to Lake Placid. It was beautiful. Dewars is good, but I usually lean towards GlenMorangie and the Balvenie. Ray was phenomenal. I went to five of his shows and never saw him give anything but a great performance.

Joe
Joe

Yup, Placid is amazing. I'm up that way one, maybe two times a year. Does your sister live in the part of NJ hit by Sandy? Hopefully not. I can't believe the devastation there. Mind boggling.

Jack
Jack

They got hit but not like some of the other places. Lost a couple of trees and power- they should be fine, or at least that was the last report. Some of the other cities, oy vey.

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