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Archives for June 2010

When I Die- Father’s Day Continued

June 15, 2010 by Jack Steiner Leave a Comment

Some people think that I am morbid or that I have some sort of fascination with death. I would say that they are incorrect about that. What I do have is a list of people that I knew that died early. Some died from illness, some by accident and a couple were murdered.

They weren’t all close friends or people that I knew well. The depth of our relationships varied from person to person. But I learned a lot of lessons about life and myself from them. I learned that sometimes when we think that we have life by the balls it is really a tenuous grip that doesn’t always hold as firm as we might like.

As a parent I think about the welfare of my children on a regular basis. That means that I have to think about what happens if I die unexpectedly. They are still so little, so very young and I have to figure out what I can do protect and care from them.

I suppose that is part of why I like George Strait’s song Love Without End, Amen.

“Last night I dreamed I died and stood outside those pearly gates.
When suddenly I realized there must be some mistake.
If they know half the things I’ve done, they’ll never let me in.
And then somewhere from the other side I heard these words again.

And They said, “Let me tell you a secret about a father’s love,
A secret that my daddy said was just between us.
You see Daddies don’t just love their children every now and then.
It’s a love without end, amen, it’s a love without end, amen.”

I like it because it makes sense to me. Because if I was on the other side of those pearly gates I’d find a way to force them open and bring the kids home. Because it is my job and my responsibility to take care of them. Because it is how I was raised and how my father treated us. My sisters and I knew that if anyone tried to harm us our father would be there. Side note, that includes mom, but this focused on fathers.

So sometimes I think about my life and what lessons I want my children to take from it. I think about the things I have done, the friends I have made, the loves I have had and the heartbreak. I think about the victories and the failures and wonder how to distill those experiences into lessons that they can use to make their lives easier.

It changes all the time. As they grow their needs change and their ability to understand some of the more sophisticated situations that they may encounter.

For right now some of these things can be boiled down into broader topics that don’t require as many details. I tell them that I want them to live life and suck it dry. Don’t be afraid to spread your wings and step out of your comfort zone. Do things that make you stretch yourself in ways that you might not.  Don’t be afraid to test yourself.

When they are older I want them to know what it is like to love someone so fiercely that it hurts. I want them to know that indescribable feeling of having someone special that makes you believe that you can be more than you are.

And I want them to know that if they lose that person the devastation of heartbreak won’t be forever, though it may feel otherwise.

I want them to try to find careers that fulfill them and make them happy. I want them to know that it is ok to go through a few things to find that. It is not an excuse not to work hard, but it doesn’t mean that they should feel trapped.

When they look back at my life I want them to see someone who made a difference. Not because of ego either. There is a reason that I like Ozymandias but because I believe that it is the right thing to do. I want them to know the joy of having friends you would die for and those who would do the same for you.

And if I were to die tomorrow I’d want them to know that 41 is incredibly young. I have so much to do, so many things that I want to try. Raising them may be my primary thing, but I am still me. And as much joy as I derive from them I still have my personal needs.

I cannot imagine an age where that will not be the case. I am confident that at 120 I will have a plan of action and list of things that I want to accomplish. Hopefully that won’t be full of things that I intended to do now. With a little luck and some hard work I’ll stick around long enough to find out how it all shakes out.

I want to live long enough to play with my great great grandchildren. Oy, there is so much to be done and not nearly enough time to do it all.

Filed Under: Uncategorized

I Fell Down The Rabbit Hole

June 15, 2010 by Jack Steiner Leave a Comment

The scene is simple in concept. Warehouse setting, could be a rave or some other underground party. The hero is wandering through- lost in the crowd and somewhat disoriented. A mass of wriggling bodies continue to dance and twist to the techno beat of the music.

It is not relaxing, nor is it invigorating. It is loud. It is chaotic and it is crazed. The cacophony of  the music is troublesome and irritating. Everywhere he turns there are people but no friendly faces to be found. There is no shelter or port to be found. It may not be the perfect storm of thunder and lightning, but a storm it is.

He feels like he is not quite awake but not quite asleep either. Wandering through that place between dreams and reality he strains to remember what it was he once saw and who it was he saw there. The music grows louder, the crescendo coming down with incredible force against his head. He staggers into a wall and collapses upon the ground.

Slumped over he places his head in his hands and fights to find his equilibrium. All he wants is a moment to catch his breath, a chance to regain his balance. The past has found its way into his present and is fighting with his future. Echoes of what once was battle what could be and somewhere in the middle dances what is.

He has fallen down the rabbit hole and there is not a goddamn thing to hold onto. What good is having a grip that would make a gorilla jealous if you haven’t anything to hold onto. What value is there in such a thing. It reminds him of a fight he once had many years before.

Two shots to the head had left him reeling. An elbow to the teeth and a kick in the ribs put him on his ass. He remembered the screaming and the cries of pain. He remembered what it felt like to realize that it was him who was making those noises and how hard he had to fight to stand up. How many blows he had to withstand to regain his feet and how good it felt to lash out against them.

The feeling of the flesh on his knuckle tearing as he hit the one in the mouth and the sensation of his teeth clamping down on a shoulder. Pain, fear and anger turning him into an animal who cared only to rend and tear the flesh of those who had tormented him.

And then there was silence. The sudden absence of noise was startling. The music was gone and silence reigned supreme. He opened his eyes slowly, half expecting to see his bedroom. Instead he was greeted by the dark and the proverbial sounds of silence.

Alone and apart he sat there, back against the wall trying to reconstruct how he had gotten to this place. Unsure and afraid he stood up on shaky legs and peered into the dark. The dancers were gone, the music was silent and he had not one clue as to where he was.

He fallen down the rabbit hole and could not say where it would lead or how he would find his way out of there. All he knew was that he really didn’t know anything.

Filed Under: Fragments of Fiction

Father’s Day or Fathers’ Day

June 14, 2010 by Jack Steiner Leave a Comment

Been thinking about Father’s Day or Fathers’ Day (more on this later) as I sometimes like to think of it. Grand old Jack, all 41 of 41 going on 25 is going to be out of town for Father’s Day. In 41 years I have missed celebrating Father’s Day with my dad just once.

It was six years ago- the year that he had his heart attack, triple bypass and all sorts of other fun in a New Jersey hospital. Six years ago I celebrated the day with my immediate family, some of my sisters and three grandparents.

I remember looking around the room. The dark haired beauty wouldn’t decide to announce her presence to the world for six more weeks, Little Jack really was little and my grandfathers were asking for more details about my dad’s condition.

If you asked me if I spoke with my father that day I would say that I did, but I couldn’t tell you what we spoke of or about. Can’t say whether I said “I love you dad” or something similar. No doubt I told him to keep focusing on getting healthy. He and mom were planning on coming home before the baby was going to be born.

It would be at least a week or two before they would find out that he couldn’t make it home, that he needed a triple bypass. But that Father’s Day I would sit with my grandfather and hear him tell me that he intended to go get his son and bring him home.

I would listen and think about what it meant to be a father, a son and a grandson. I would look at my grandfather, almost 92 and wonder how best to respond. He wasn’t in any shape to go cross country to get my father. It would break my heart to see the pain in his eyes and not know how to fix it.

Because I didn’t lie to him. Didn’t lie and tell him that everything was going to be alright. The first time around I sort of did. Because when I got the call that my father had taken ill and that I needed to get there as soon as possible I wasn’t sure what to say.

I moved quickly because the docs weren’t sure if he was going to make it. Some of you have read about this more than once, but that is because of the impact it had on me. Sitting on a plane for hours without access to a phone/email is hard. It is probably going to become a thing of the past, but six years ago it was far too real.

Hours of flight passed before we landed and I was able to reach the hospital and confirm that he was still there. I remember sitting on the plane willing him to live. I remember sitting in my seat thinking that I was sending him part of me to protect him. I won’t lie and say that I wasn’t scared, because I was.

But a few months later when his condition had improved I was ready to tell my grandfather that it had been very close. He had guessed as much, but he never asked. I think that it was easier for us to maintain the fiction. It wasn’t like he didn’t know, but since he didn’t ask I didn’t have to say. I had already had the experience of telling him about the death of one son, I really didn’t want to have to do it again.

I remember staring at my son. This little boy who knew that mommy had a baby in her tummy, but didn’t quite understand what that meant for him. This little boy who each day was teaching me what it meant to be a father was so very excited to give me a gift for Father’s Day.

He climbed into my lap and hugged me. I stared into his eyes and tried to see what it was that he saw. To him I was superman, capable of anything. All powerful and invincible I would help him build towers and defeat the mysterious enemies who might show up at any time. We were quite the team.

At some point in time I ended up on all fours and he climbed on my back and I found myself fighting back tears. There is a picture of dad and I doing the same thing. But I did what I do, I fought back the tears, stuffed them down and made myself hard. Because I couldn’t afford to let go- too many people relied upon me. Too many people expected me to be their rock.

Later on I would speak with someone special about it all. Later on I would share the fear and worry, but that was not the time.

But enough about the past because now we are in the present and heading off to the future. Because this year I am going to miss celebrating in person with dad. This year the family and some of the ten thousand sisters and I will spend Father’s Day together.

And the gift that I will be most thankful for is my father. He is a good guy, my dad. I feel like I stepped out from beneath his shadow quite some time ago, but I always feel his presence. We still have our moments where we bang heads on things. I don’t think that will ever go away. When I am 130 something and he is well over 150 we’ll still have differing ideas on how to do things. He’ll still find a reason to glare at me and I’ll still ignore it.

But I’ll still remember the time when we almost lost him and the gift of being able to keep him around a little bit longer. And I’ll remember the day where he told me that he used to worry about me but didn’t have the same fear any longer.

And throughout it all I’ll try to do my best to be as good a father to my kids as he was to us.

Filed Under: Fathers Day

Dear Celtic Fan

June 14, 2010 by Jack Steiner Leave a Comment

Dear celtic fan,

Some of you have been trying to give me a little heat because I refuse to say that you have the better team. Get used to it, I am not going to change my tune. Yes, you are up 3-2. You have won one more game than we have. But that doesn’t make you the better team.

You are still the underdog here. Still the team that has made fewer mistakes and that translates into victory. The NBA has what, 30 teams that are in the league. Virtually all of them make the playoffs. In fact, if your team didn’t make the playoffs it is probably because they died in a plane crash or are lying comatose somewhere.

Not nice, but true. Everyone makes the playoffs. Your homer Bill Simmons, the Sports Guy had all sorts of things to say about you.

I thought the Celtics played their fans this season. Don’t rope us in with “ubuntu” for two years then turn your back on it like it was a kabbalah fad or something. Don’t tell us to embrace “The New Big Three,” then shop Ray Allen for eight months like he was a used car. Don’t tell us our best forward’s knee is fine when we see him limping. Don’t blame the effort of your players after a loss when you played all 12 of them like they were Little Leaguers, or when you keep playing the one guy who exhibits no effort whatsoever without calling him out once. Don’t sign a second center for big bucks, then act surprised when the incumbent center bristles about his playing time. So on and so on. It was an empty season filled with excuses, half-truths and false promises. Just because they won two years ago doesn’t mean fans had to blindly condone it.

Or what about this gym dandy one:

“Sheed’s Celtics are 25-24 since Christmas. The 2008 world champs killed themselves every night. A depleted 2008-09 Celtics team exhibited remarkable pride and heart. Now they’re bored and sluggish? Now they’re searching for ways to get fired up? Now they’re blowing home games left and right? Now they’re on pace to break the unofficial record for “most players-only meetings and clear-the-air dinners” by a contender in one season? A team led by three future Hall of Famers who ALWAYS tried in the past? It doesn’t add up.

Sheed may not have infected the Celtics as Character X did, but he did compromise the one thing that made them special: intensity. They care only when it suits them. The seven words that defined Sheed’s career. Both the team and Sheed think they have an on/off switch that can be flicked at any time. Not true. They are in denial. “Lost” has the Smoke Monster; the Celtics have the Smoke and Mirrors Monster. And it’s the entire team.” (emphasis mine)

So you’ll understand that I don’t give you much credit for losing your way into the play-offs. I don’t respect your play because it was half-assed. And it grates on my nerves to see the Lakers give away games that they could have easily won. Lackadaisical play and they are down to a team they could have swept.

I suppose that I’ll continue to take some lumps for this one. If the Lakers choke it away I’ll be abused. But I am ok with that because what choice do I have. I don’t have to like it, but I may have to accept it.

Still, the series isn’t over yet and if the boys show just a little bit of fire you will be toast. Enjoy the moment celtic fan because the other thing that I know is that you are old and unless Ainge pulls off a miracle you won’t be competitive for a while.

For now we’ll keep fighting against your inferior team. Time will tell.

Filed Under: Lakers, NBA

Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #15

June 14, 2010 by Jack Steiner Leave a Comment

2010 is the year of the daddy blogger and as such it is time again for the Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience. Here we are in week 15 of our ongoing journey throughout the daddy blogosphere. Just finished watching the Lakers lose to the hated celtics.

And I admit that it grates upon my nerves to watch an inferior team beat the boys. Doc Rivers talks about how they had to lose their way into the playoffs and then hope for the best. My kids think that it is unfair, but as I tell them life isn’t always fair. Sometimes the bad guys win. But the series isn’t done yet.

Sex and The Single Dad: The German Chick
Daddy Files:Catholic Church: Gay Parents No Good 
Random Thoughts: Exchanging Pleasantries
Almighty Dad: Abby Sunderland’s Parents: Irresponsible or Enlightened?
Bruce Sallan: Just A Guy Who Likes Separate Vacations!
Dad Today:She was AMAZING!
SAHD in Lansing: Dad Blog Review: Almighty Dad
KneeDeep In Kids: Stroller Hooks FTW 
Outnumbered: The Father’s Day Boutique Can Blow Me…
Dadwagon: A Week on the Wagon: Dry Tortugas! 
RebelDad: Moms, Dads, Harmony, Baloney and Babble
SAHDPDX: A magic time of sports means harder time as a parent
Smonk You: 97 years in the making
The Daddy Doctrines: Dad in the Delivery Room
Rude Cactus: Old Man Cactus
Backpacking Dad: Erin and Adrian Go to Big Basin
Busy Dad: Let’s take it back to the old school
Candad: He’s off
Cleverfather: Children vs Blog: Juggling Family Life and Blogging
Luke, I am Your Father:Warning: This Post is Just for Men
Dad-O-Matic: What do you want for Father’s Day, Dad?
Parenting Where No Room is Safe: When daughters dress their sisters
Nuke Dad: Who’s Your Daddy?
Carrying a Cat By The Tail: Calvin’s Four Minutes of Religious Fame
Raleigh Daddy 3.0: Ask nicely

If you like what you see here then please consider becoming a fan of the blog. Have additional questions/comments? Send me an email at talktojacknow-at-gmail-dot-com.

Prior Editions:

Festival Of The Fathers- A Blog Experience
Festival of The Fathers- A Blog Experience Part 2
Festival Of The Fathers- A Blog Experience Part III
Festival Of The Fathers- A Blog Experience Part 4
Festival Of The Fathers- A Blog Experience Part 5
Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #6
Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #7
Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #8
Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #9
Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #10
Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #11
Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #12
Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #13
Festival of Fathers- A Blog Experience #14

Filed Under: Festival of Fathers

Exchanging Pleasantries

June 12, 2010 by Jack Steiner Leave a Comment

Consider this to be a cautionary tale or whatever the hell you want to call it. As the 17 longtime readers know I have a home office that I work out of. Some of you may recall that my children finished school yesterday and began their summer break.

And so it was that I found myself sharing the house/office with lots of little people who had given up their work responsibilities and not a single care about my own. Granted at the same age I wouldn’t have spent a moment wondering or worrying about whether my father was working so I can’t fault my own offspring for their behavior.

Anyhoo, I made a point of scheduling a mid day haircut. As my locks had grown long and fuzzy it seemed to be an appropriate time to have them shorn as well as a good opportunity to catch my breath and clear my head. However I was inundated with work and overwhelmed by a giant caseload of crap so the escape didn’t feel like time away. I spent most of the time at the barbershop worrying about how I was going to get it all done.

So you can imagine that upon my return to my domicile I wasn’t in the mood to engage in small talk, play games or deal with any shenanigans. My kids recognized this and made a point of providing me with a quick hug and an abbreviated pledge of allegiance. It is only right, I am Lord of the Manor and Master of My Domain, but I digress.

In addition to my own children the house contained some friends of theirs and another parent who upon seeing me learned that I don’t like exchanging silly pleasantries. She asked me how I was doing and I said that I have been better. The look of shock on her face spoke volumes. Had I not been in haste I would have added that I don’t like to be asked how I am doing unless one is truly interested in hearing my response.

Those who know me well are aware of this and have seen me offer some shocking responses to those who use these silly remarks frivolously. Comments like, “I hope you are doing well” are often met with “not really, that fungus has returned and it is highly contagious.” Or if I am feeling saucy I might mention that my probation officer is not going to be happy when he hears about my day.

One day I think that I shall have to record these exchanges on tape as the facial expressions are priceless.

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