One of my favorite publications of my youth. Time to say goodbye.
The one thing that I was reminded of during this American Presidential Election is that not everyone can run for president. Sure you can run but be ready to expose every single stupid fiber of your body that you worked to hide during your entire life. Do you really want that? To destroy yourself and your legacy? To show us your stupidity?
And as much as most of us believe that the term “Washington Insider” is dirty, it’s almost a prerequisite for running for office in this country. You have to know something about how it works or they’ll eat you alive. Think of it as a necessary evil and a warning flag when someone says, “Look, I’m not a Washington Insider.”
I’ve always wanted to write a story that began with “Once upon a time.”
There has never been a story that started with “Once upon a time” that hasn’t grabbed me. What will happen, I always ask myself?
And with that I am whisked away, like an old man’s hat being carried off by the wind. Like the hat, I have no idea where I’ll wind up but I’m sure to be a changed man once I arrive there.
I’ve recently begun to travel. I don’t know why I didn’t do it sooner but at the age of forty-five I am finally ready to embrace the world around me by visiting all sorts of places.
Alas, the reality is I only travel about a thousand miles south a few months at a time to visit my kids. I am weary of driving these days so this chore involves me reserving a place seat and renting a car. Not a whole lot of traveling going on, I’m afraid. Although I did go to Australia a little over a year ago. Just for a “few days.”
Everyone who knew I was going for a “few days” thought I was nuts. I wasn’t nuts. Best trip I ever took and will probably remain that way for the rest of my life.
The best trips always involve love.
Andrew didn’t understand why people ignored him when he reached out to them. It wasn’t as if he was annoying or anything. In fact he knew his place in the world and worked diligently to remember where he stood.
This evening, Andrew reached out to one of his friends and heard nothing for hours. He wasn’t sure if she had grown unhappy or angry with him. It was possible that she did because that’s how Andrew’s mind worked.
So Andrew washed his hands, brewed a small cup of coffee and settled in front of his computer. Baseball was on the TV. It reminded Andrew of his childhood and how good he was at playing the game.
But then he heard a beep. He heard it again. There, under a stack of windows on his computer, was a response.
Today was a rough day.
It started during the early hours of the day. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t. I aborted, got up and went for the TV remote. There was nothing on so I turned the TV off and stared into space for what felt like hours. I thought about nothing in particular. Eventually I drifted to sleep without a say in the matter.
A few hours later, I awoke. I took my MacBook Air outside to the deck and began writing. It was cold so I put a hooded sweater on. I wrote of nothing in particular. The words that flowed formed coherent sentences but meant nothing when grouped together in paragraph form. It was disheartening.
I abandoned my efforts, went back inside and back to bed. I kept drifting in and out of sleep. Briefly I dreamt of sea turtles.