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It’s All Gravy

 

 

Takes a while to get here.

It doesn’t happen overnight.

The journey is different for us all.

You’ll know it when it happens.

It’s a feeling. an understanding. an insight.

There is appreciation. There is awareness. There is knowledge.

It washes over you, you well up with compassion, empathy, humility.

Age brings it on, youthfulness must be patient in its expectation.

One day you’ll wake up and look at your life.

It’s been a good life. you’ve accomplished many things. maybe travelled, perhaps achieved, discovered.

It has been a grand journey.

In it, you found talents, mastered, performed, practiced and polished.

You feel contentment, pleasure and happiness.

If your lucky? peace, tranquility, and comfort flow through you now.

You’ll see others experiences vary from your own. the path is different, everyone’s qualifications are acceptable. there is no right or wrong. it’s beautiful.

Everyone arrives in their own time, at their own pace.

Witnessing it unfold Educates you. Enlightens you, Delights you.

In my mind’s eye I saw this all unfold recently.

Cashier: “Did you find everything you were looking for?”

Me: (unloading full cart.) “First of all, I wasn’t looking for any of this.”

Yet it happened, and for that? I’m so eternally grateful. thankful, appreciative.

Life, Love, Enthusiasm comes at the speed of light. or is it the speed of sound?

I have a friend, born with a tremendous artistic gift. he raised a family, inherited his family’s business, I’m not sure his heart was ever in running the company? He possesses the soul of an artist. In time the company closed.

He Endeavored to Persevere.

Along with his bride, they raised six children. every one of them a success or are on their way to it. lately in speaking with him I see and hear the immense pride he has in putting them in the right place to succeed.

What more can a human being ask for? he did right by his family, sacrificed much to get them in a position to succeed. he worked so incredibly hard. and now for him? he has the good fortune to look at the fruits of his labor of love, savoring all of it.

Finding a peace that I earlier, either didn’t see, or missed as we grew up. He has more work to do. he knows this, better than anyone. and yet? no one can ever take away what he’s created. what he’s shaped, what he’s produced. What a great life he’s lived. I look in his eyes these days and see it. I hear it when he tells me stories of his family and how they’re doing. the pride and the joy is a wonder to me. an inspiration. I’m so incredibly proud of him.

As I stated earlier, the journey is different for us all.

Everyone’s qualifications are acceptable.

Enjoy your ride.

Whatever it may be.

It’s a Beautiful Thing.

Letter

 

Dear Son,

I have received your first letter to me and I am extremely well pleased at your obvious ability to write a most intelligent and interesting letter with no spelling errors. you go to the head of the class in my opinion. It was good of you to write me and I appreciate it.

I am enclosing your driver’s license and the original letter from your lawyer. He has been paid.

I am very happy to hear things are going well with you in the scholastical line. I know you will not become too optimistic regarding the understanding traits of some of these teachers. I always knew I was in good shape during the semesters, but when the day of atonement arrived I was given the bum’s rush. I am pulling for you.

I do not wish to lecture to you in my letter and I shall make this the last time I will even discuss such delicate subjects. All I want you to do is be happy, have a good time. and with the way you spend money you are going to need to be in the mid to high six figure earning bracket. as you know the first three figures don’t count and you can readily see six figures is getting up there.

Rarely does a young man have any consideration in the spending of OPM and in the event you don’t know what OPM means, Your Grandfather would have told you that OPM means  other people’s money. During the balance of this term, I am going to send you money weekly, as we all know, ? , don’t we, if you are given two weeks play money, as well as money for food and clothing at one time, it won’t even last a week.

Money will always be a problem to you. the best way to be is to not spend what you haven’t got. now as long as I have money, I will endeavour to provide adequately for you.

I suppose there are lots of things about which I could lecture you. but a character your age usually knows the answers so I will not enliven this letter with a lot of criticism especially since I truly feel I have nothing to criticise your goodself.

Matters are pretty much status quo back home. Your Mother works too hard, and worries too much. fortunately for us all she still gets out to get her hair done, and shop as much as she pleases, so she seems to be happy. She is going to have to find a new butcher as my meat was tough tonight. but we had a little caviar which freshened up the meal a bit. we will probably get to the ice cream and fudge sauce, a delicacy that seems to be served only whilst you are in the area.

Your Mother wanted more room in the basement for her things, so I sold the pool table and the guys who bought it nearly busted it as they were trying to get it up the stairs. She felt you would be disappointed and I told her that you would understand!

My Old Man used to say to me, “Take care of your Mother.” and I know you realize I can take care of myself at the present time. and who knows? I may become so damned senile, you may be presented with the burden of taking care of me some years hence.

Trouble is the easiest thing in the world to get into and expensive to get out of, at all times. Please, it is tantamount that you follow the straight and narrow path until you are on your own and can make your own bail.

Assuring you of my continued vigorous protection of your interests. again may I say it was good of you to write. and when you are down to your last sawbuck, you only need to call me and if I have it you will have it.

Lots of Love from

Father

P.S.  That bit about the pool table was a dream.

Guttrider's Dog

 

When I was about 10 years old, we had a kid named Mark Guttrider who lived around the corner.

Now Mark wasn’t the biggest kid on the block or the toughest.

But Mark had that Great Equalizer. His Dog Dixie.

It’s safe to say this pooch was the mangiest mutt you’d ever laid eyes on. And mean as a Mongoose on speed. If you ever found yourself riding your bike to the convenience store. you had to pass Guttrider’s house. or else take the long way around the block. As you’d pass his house, if he was outside shooting baskets or cleaning out his garage and he saw you first. You’d hear the words that sent chills up your spine. I’ll never forget them…”SICK EM DIXIE!”

This mutt would be after us on our bikes like a rocket shot out of a cannon. most of the time we’d get a jump start knowing what was around the corner. But there were occasions when we’d forget.  And the next thing you knew you had a Snarling Canine Terror biting your ankles as you rode by. this dog had no fear. Woe be the kid Guttrider had it in for. Which sadly, was me. I got the scars on my leg to prove it.

It all ended for us one day, as we rode by Guttrider’s house. We saw him in the driveway crying. apparently Dixie took off that afternoon after a car. and ended up getting flattened by the tires. Dixie was no more. I know we should have been happy about it. but we weren’t.

Kids need a little adventure, something to talk about on the bus going to school.

One Thing we did know at 10 years of age was that if there was a Doggie Heaven…well? Dixie sure as Hell isn’t there. She’s down in Dog Hell chasing those poor old souls riding their bikes down dead end streets. Dishing out Canine Justice Down in The Fires of Hell.

Sometimes, the best childhood memories are those adventures that grow over time. today the house still stands where Guttrider use to sick his Deranged Pooch on us. But we’ve all grown up and moved on.

To this day, Whenever and Wherever I see someone walking their Dog, I’ll roll down the window of my car and Yell, “Bad Dog! Bad Bad Dog!” and then I’ll smile.