I Just Can't Hide It

Angst, excitement, frustration, euphoria, pleasure, and complete abhorrence are some of the emotions we have as an emotional species. Heck, many of you probably had those today, and even some that I missed. Excitement is what I am pondering this beautiful evening. Getting excited, staying excited, and of course, when the excitement fails you. Let’s start with the sadness that excitement, when it wanes, can cause.

Today, I was pumped all day. It is a feeling that I had since Monday. The day had been planned down to the last detail and was going along perfectly. The morning had gone as planned, lunch and dog walking for my mom happened at the perfect time, and the afternoon workflow was perfect. I was getting excited about the hours ticking away as the time neared for the final part of the great evening. You see, Michelle and I were going to watch a little baseball this evening. Not major league opening day baseball, but the kind where the dream starts for the kids and maybe, even some of the parents. Little league baseball was the destination. There is nothing like four fields going at the same time. Foul balls flying around, hamburgers, hotdogs, French fries, sodas, bubble gum in all the bleachers, and parents cheering on their little rug rats. It is a fantastic way to spend the evening, catch up with friends, and support the team that is wearing your name. Except, I didn’t read the schedule correctly and there wasn’t a game tonight due to spring break. Oops! I found this out about 3:30pm when Michelle called to give me the sad/bad news.

Excitement is something I don’t show well. Michelle has prepared some great meals over our almost two decades together. I mean, they are delicious, and I have enjoyed each one but for the first few years, she didn’t think I liked them because of my lack of, wait for it……. excitement. As I stated, I loved them, but she would ask, and I would tell her that they were great. It wasn’t what I said, it was the inflection that threw her off. After a few years she realized that I didn’t get excited to that level very often. This is still the case. My excitement stays internalized for most things. There are things that really get me going, I mean really get me going, but it is rare that I show it, say it, or let my emotions give away the internalized feelings. Kids chasing their dreams does get me excited. They play because they love the game, have a chance to be a hero, and if they win, (thanks Flo), they get ice cream with sprinkles. What can be more exciting than that. The crack of the metal bat, some pip squeak chasing butterflies in the outfield, and miscues that lead to an amazing number of runs makes the games a fun distraction from the everyday life.

There are other things that get me excited. Some of them are personal, others are familial, and others are from afar. I love racing. Really love racing. I will get up at anytime of the morning to go watch a race. Actually, this is beginning to suck a bit because I hate just being a spectator. There was a time, many, many, years ago, that I was a fairly good BMX racer. When I hit my thirties, I decided to buy a dirt bike and go off-road racing. Not good would be a strong statement but possibly an accurate depiction of my skills on a motorcycle. Starting in the beginners was where it was at for the first year. I then moved to the “C” level on a YZ125. I never won a race but did finish second once. That second was awesome, but I wasn’t even close to first. After finishing third in the series I bumped myself up to the “B” class and purchased a YZ250. New bike, faster kids, and even worse butt kicking’s but I looked forward to every weekend of racing with my wife and daughter. It was our time and doing my best every time was what drove me. After a couple of years of trying to compete with the kids, I decided to join the ranks of the old men but when you are slow you still finish where you are going to finish. I think I finished fifth once, but it didn’t matter. Those weekends gave me something to look forward to thirteen times a year. The anticipation of each race, the excitement of race weeks, and the soreness after each race were the catalyst that made me want more. Going to the races now, as a spectator, is fantastic but it only fuels the excitement of doing it again myself.

Having joy in your life is such a strong pulling power. This feeling helps push through hard tasks, eases the burden of crappy work, and even give you something to look forward to after a wonderful week in the trenches. Building excitement around something that pushes you forward is a terrific way to reach for those goals you may have been putting off because you just couldn’t find the reason to strive for it. Excitement can cause let down, if the dream is deadened for a bit, but if the goal is big enough the down times will be lessened and if the potential excitement is strong enough the doldrums will wane, and your positive emotions will again swell that feeling inside that can only be quenched when the event reaches fruition.

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Fifty Years Comes and Goes: Make Your Mark

Time appears to pass inexplicably quickly. It just seems like yesterday I was coaching the midpoint of the season at FSC, preparing for the conference tournament with one last shot at regional glory. The only problem with that flashback is that it is nearly a year since I announced to the administration and the guys that I was exiting coaching stage left. Those moments are engrained in my conscience but the time marches on as the people involved chase the new dreams and the next goals put forth. This one example is just a personal note on something that happens to all of us at some point during our daily existence.

50 years seems like such a long time. Many milestones occur at this numeral because it is just amazing that things, groups, couples, businesses, or events last that long. For goodness sake, one of my first crushes turned 50 this year. It was simply a boy enamored with an older lady, and it was a long time ago. Heck, my mother is eagerly anticipating her 50th high school reunion. That is amazing. I’ve been out 28 years and it still seems like a long time to get to that mark. The golden years are approaching much quicker than like years past. Turning 50 was such a long way off, but now I am only a few years away and can almost taste that McDonald’s senior coffee, silver checking, and my AARP membership. Oh geez, I guess that means I will be taking my young wife to the early bird specials.

A couple of weeks ago, I accompanied my dad to his 51st Sebring 12 Hours. They have only had 66 of them, so for a nearly 70-year-old, he hasn’t missed too many of them. Things happen at such a fast pace now, how many things will last 50 years as we move forward. Companies come and go, traditions continued to be lessened, and with the advent of the 24 news, life, and trend cycle, we are fortunate if things last five years. Some of my most favorite music is 30 to 40 years old. How many songs in the past 10 years are even memorable. Shoot, only 12 percent, or around 60 of the fortune 500 companies that made the list in 1955 are still around. Times change, but truly good things do last. I hope that we continue to hang on to some of them.

As I approach closer to that magical number, I’m still a few years off, I realize how much I have seen and how much has happened. Go back to your Google, Bing, or whatever search engine tickles your fancy and see what has happened in the past 50 years. Too many to recount in this cheesy piece of reflection. There was a time, in my late teens, early twenties, and maybe even when I first started coaching in my late thirties, that I thought 50 was old. You must get fat, grey, wrinkly, and completely give up on chasing dreams. There is only one problem. I’m damn near that milestone and the dreams are bigger than ever. The weight is coming off slowly, the hair isn’t grey but bald may be my new beautiful, and wrinkly may be caused by the years of sun damage. I don’t feel older. Well, I don’t feel older until I try to do what I used to do at the levels I used to do it. The mind is clear, the thoughts pure, but the realization that the body doesn’t want to do it has become a bit more apparent.

Think back to the last thing you were a part of that was around for 50 years. It could be the house you live in, your parents, the business you work for, or some other thing that has survived through the ages. All of those are set in their ways. Stubborn, proud, and marching on through the modern transitions that happen quicker and quicker. People become set in their ways. Why do they need a smartphone? They don’t trust technology always and don’t grasp all that is happening around them. Events and businesses, at times, act the same way. However, there are those moments where lights go off in the corporate brain and a corporate tummy tuck, facelift, or mid-life crisis occurs and the way they move forward changes. Even with the stodginess and prestige they have earned, they realize that time marches on and the virtual doors will only stay open if they embrace the necessary changes.

Fifty years comes and goes every day for people, businesses, and events. We should honor the achievement. Yes, humans want more and hope to enjoy many more years of productivity. I am curious as time continues to pick up speed how many businesses and events will stand the test of time and reach that monumental milestone. It is my hope that many will grow, adapt, and achieve that success but if recent history is any indicator we may get to the point that a ten-year celebration is a big deal. Who knows? I will be pumped for anything I am involved in to hit that marker. And yes, celebrate I will.

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Sometimes the Product isn't Good; Tonight's One of Those Nights.

Not everyday that I write do I have great thoughts cruising through my brain or out my fingers. Tonight is one of those nights. Don't worry about reading it. There will be a better one next time. It doesn't even warrant pictures.

Hurray, it is Friday. I sit here alone at the computer on a Friday night to put out my latest thought stream. People get so pumped for the weekend. For over a decade and half I have no idea what that means. The same people also curse Monday. Heck, doesn’t that mean that you are moving towards another weekend that you are so looking forward to again? I truly don’t get it because of the life I chose many years ago and the life I have recently attached as my future livelihood. I get it, when I was in school, sales, teaching, and the corporate world the weekend was manna from heaven. Two nights and two days of no responsibilities and fun for 48 hours. Sunday night would roll around and the toys got put away and the begrudging thoughts of another week crept into our psyche. The only problem for me is that I don’t remember what that is like. Weekends were just another work day.

Don’t get me wrong; it is fun to hang out with your peers on a “normal” schedule but that just wasn’t how it was or how it will be for me. There are advantages though. The lake isn’t nearly as crowded on a random weekday. Neither is the golf course. Walmart though, it is crowded all the time. Also, it is great that you can get out on the lake or golf course, but it is hard to ski by yourself. Bass fishing is okay, but that is about it. Golfing is much faster by yourself, but it is never good to drink alone. By the way, the cabernet sauvignon this evening is very nice. It really sounds as if I am complaining but it is far from it. I have never minded the odd schedule. When I worked in the college world, summers were very slow, so the week was perfect for frivolous activities, or used for making some side cash. The weekends, even in the summer were used for going to tournaments looking for the next talented player. In the new career of real estate, people want to see houses at the damnedest of times. After 5pm on weekdays and at any daylight hour on the weekend. It is like we open the doors at 4:30 every afternoon and keep them open all weekend.

I’ve pondered frequently what it would be like to have the normal Monday through Friday schedule. It sounds, at times, appealing. However, it is really cool to get up from my desk at noon on any given day and leave the office. Freedom to move about the area at any time. Oh wait, you can leave but you cannot hide. With the advent of this innovative technology we are available anywhere. This was the same in coaching. Players from around the world would call at all hours of the day or night. Somehow, they would misjudge the time difference and really need to get that call into you at 12:30am or maybe 5:30 the same morning. I cannot remember if any of those calls earned scholarships or not. The same thing happens in real estate. Random phone calls on listings at 11:30pm. Really, do you head off to the car lot or maybe your dentist at 11:30 at night. Look, don’t touch. I’m just kidding. We love those calls and if we don’t take them some other hungry agent will scoop them up, change out of their pajamas and go show them the damn property. Fantastic job guys. Keep up the hustle so we cannot rest at all.

If you’ve read this far it sounds a little bit like a gripe session. It is not. I love it, find it humorous, and enjoy the challenges that are presented. The freedoms we have gained from all this technology is mind boggling. It has really allowed us ease of everything. Surely, in the next few years it will also make us all smarter, more caring, and less abrasive to our fellow man. I firmly believe, that in the next few years we will also realize what fools we have been and want to reconnect with humans instead of just screens. Don’t get me wrong, the technology is awesome and will only get better but for a vast majority of people the ability to communicate, share, and survive with another human next to them has been lost. At some point, sanity will prevail, and we will use the technology for improvement and convenience. All this stuff has stopped us from having the free time we used to enjoy. My favorite phrase I hear at least everyday is this: “I am so busy!” Really, doing what? What are you so busy doing now that five years ago you weren’t doing? Stop being so accessible to beeps, dings, and the screen that barely fits in your pocket. Sit down, relax, I mean really relax, and speak to someone eye to eye. It is a lost art.
Well shoot, I’ve just rambled on for the past 844 words and don’t know what I accomplished. Okay, I like my non-Monday through Friday schedule. It is my norm. I appreciate that others like their schedule. I love what I currently do but think having parameters for engagement is not out of line and I think technology is great but has become an excuse for “busyness” and not actually helped with productivity. You’ll have a great weekend on the lake, links, or “honey do list”. I’m going to go shovel some poop, sell some houses, and answer random calls all weekend. Don’t feel sorry, not that you do, next Wednesday is looking sweet for a quick escape. Enjoy your family and create your adventure, whenever and wherever you can.

For Kirk Kucin, Success Took Time: Another Story About an FSC Alum

Being an underdog has been something I have embraced most of my life. Yes, there were times I was expected to be the dominant athlete but most of the time I was known as a scrappy competitor. When I started coaching, I looked for this type of athlete as well. The player that was unheralded, non-touted, and a bit rough around the edges. Don’t get me wrong, the great players were awesome, but they knew it, and they also knew that they belonged. Watching the underdog earn his cred was a fun experience as a coach. Tonight, the story is about the underdog that didn’t make his dent directly on the courts but had a lasting effect on the team. Kirk Kucin, this is my memory.

Walk-on players were always an important part of the roster while at FSC. The scholarship athlete was the bread and butter but there was always space on the roster for the guy who was willing to come in, go through the process, and attempt to earn his spot on the playing roster and possibly a scholarship. Each of these guys had their own personality and ego. Each and every one felt like they would get the shot they thought they deserved, would be noticed, and would earn the right to have the scholarship that was withheld from them when they entered the program. Kirk was one of those guys. When I first met Kirk, it was a riveting experience. Bright red hair, bubbly personality, and a massive belief system. The little bit of research I did on him led me to think that he would be a nice addition to the bottom side of the roster and maybe he would he would see some scrub action during the busy March months throughout his four year stay.

Back to that first meeting with Kirk. He wanted to come watch the team play a competitive match so he came to a match at the Lakeland City Courts. We were watching matches and talking about what he wanted from a team. I’ve heard it all before, but as a coach you really want to hear it again from another wanna be walk-on hero. There is a bit of tongue and cheek in those comments. I loved when players thought they could punch their way through the teeth of the line-up. Kirk was no different. As we watched players battle I asked the proverbial question; “Where do you think you fit in with this line-up you see out here today?” What I was waiting for was a response about giving it his all and over the next couple of years really trying to make a dent in the line-up. Kirk, being Kirk, gave me the response, that at the time was outrageous, but as the years went along really fit him perfectly. His response was, “I feel that I can be top six on this team.” I hope I smiled but I am sure there was a bit of shock on my face as I picked my jaw up off the grass next to court 14.

Kirk arrived in the fall of his freshmen year and didn’t really make that dent that he thought he was going to make. He did enjoy the college life though. There were some incredible stories that he and other teammates would share about their adventures when they had off time. He was enjoying freedom and he learned a lot about life that freshmen season. Sometimes, when you pay people like you even more. So much so, that you think you are in love. There were many laughs about that. Kirk was our only redhead so Ray, a player I have already written about, created nicknames for almost every player. In not such an ironic way, Kirk became Ronald McDonald. He embraced it. There were pictures of Kirk with Ronald, real and the statues. Somehow, and to this day we don’t know how, the athletic page on one or our sites had the profile for Kirk as Ronald McDonald. We were able to get it changed, but it happened and there were more giggles.

Resilience, determination, and desire were great trademarks of Kirk. He never really made an impact to the line-up as a player. He was, however, a badass in the gym and on our training runs. He found his role and did it to perfection. He was so good on the runs that he eventually became a two-player athlete at FSC and ran for the FSC track team during their season. During his four years at FSC Kirk had an overall record of 4-1 in singles competition and 3-0 in doubles. Although he wasn’t the player he had hoped to be he found his role as a gym partner and running rabbit. The scholarship players hated getting beat by someone who wasn’t at their level on the court. Even though there wasn’t success as a player he filled a role that I admired, so he was always relevant. Also, I liked him a lot. He just wanted more in life. He worked hard to get his grades up and earned Academic All-American status his last three years on campus. He was entrepreneurial as well.

He decided to save some money and rented a house off campus with some buddies. To better save money, he bought a scooter. The kicker was, his scooter looked like a miniature Harley. He would cruise around and even give the bikers the low wave while cruising through the Lakeland city streets. He would brag how he could fill it up with the change from his Honda’s cup holder. On one occasion, he even rode it back home to Clearwater. Yes, he rode his scooter from Lakeland to Clearwater. Let that sink in for a bit. He mapped out his route. All back roads. It would only do 35 mph, so this was a slow roll. The hour to hour and fifteen-minute trip took him four hours. That was Kirk.

As a player rolls through the program, you look, listen, and pay attention to what he is doing going towards his future. Kirk was out there. He didn’t really have great direction as to what he wanted to do but he was willing to try anything. He joined a fraternity, helped me with the off-court tennis stuff, worked for a golf cart shuttle service on the beach, did umbrella rentals, ran track, and probably other things that I have missed. Graduation came, and Kirk had done it. Now, real life was beginning. He started his first job and that wasn’t it. He took a chance and moved to Charlotte to go work for an equipment rental company. He was in the management training program, so it was in-depth. He would send me pictures of being up on the top of cherry picker lifts, driving steam rollers, using jack hammers, and multiple other pieces of equipment. Somehow, this beach boy, red head free spirit, found equipment rentals suited him. He is currently still with that company and now lives in Colorado. Awesome, is an understatement on how he is doing. The scooter has been upgraded to an adventure bike and the pictures from those trips are breathtaking. Awards were not plentiful when he attended FSC, but he has become an incredible success in the working world. Out of 168 sales managers in his area, he was number one last year. Because of his desire to take the time and try things out of his comfort zone he found his niche. Not only has he proven that he can make it as the underdog he is also a big CrossFit athlete. He let me know he was competing in the CrossFit open for 2018. Whether or not he makes it to the next round really isn’t important. This will only be a catalyst for the next opportunity that comes his way. Kirk was a player who came through the program, but now I am proud to call him a friend that I watched become the man he is today. Congrats Kirk! You have earned what comes your way.

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Oh Good Heavens, I am Getting Old

Tomorrow is the 66th annual 12 Hours of Sebring. Last year I had the honor of being there with my dad for his 50th 12 Hours race that he had been in attendance. During the day, I had the constant feelings of how long 50 years of doing something, attending something, heck, even being 50 years old was. It was a wonderful day at the races. Many things have changed from the wild and wooly days of the great race, but it is still a party with a world class endurance race taking place at the same time.

Last night, I was confronted with my aging self directly from the mouths of babes. Michelle and I decided awhile ago we wanted to go to a concert. Michelle booked our hotel room and got us tickets to the event. You see, it was on a work night, so we had to work half the day, drive over to Orlando, get checked in to our hotel, make sure we knew where the venue was, get a nice dinner, then take our blankets and chairs to the venue to watch the great show. We are big fans of Aaron Lewis, and he was going to be performing at the Orlando Amphitheater during the Central Florida Fair. That is a field trip for us, so we came prepared.

I grew up with Staind, the rock band that Aaron fronted. This was pure rock n’ roll. They were formed in 1995 and kind of went their separate ways in 2011. Aaron decided he was going to pursue a career in country music, he wasn’t bad, his YouTube presence is great, so I continued to enjoy his music through the transition. Fast forward to last night and the concert Michelle and I were going to attend. It was going to be him, and his country band and they were touring in support of his newest country album “Sinner”. After a great dinner we eased our way to the concert and found great parking away from possible dings from others. You know, we are older and want to make sure our investments our safe from the wild youth of today. We took ten minutes to make sure we had our chairs and blankets secured so we could walk into the venue. As we strolled in the cool evening air we were overtaking by a group of six younger kids who were bouncing into the same que we were headed. Being inquisitive, I asked them if they knew Aaron Lewis as the country singer or as the lead singer of Staind? They responded, country singer. The next few minutes were old man gold.

The females in the group asked, “What is Staind?” “You mean he was in another group?” The boys said, “What, he was a rock singer?” I said yes, and then I had to stop and pee in the porta-potty located outside the ticket booth. Yes, I am old, and my bladder has about a pint of holding tank. Michelle waited outside and told me upon my exit that the kids continued trying to figure out what in the hell I had just blown their minds with. Fast forward to the concert and he made multiple mentions that the song he was going to sing was one that he had written 20 to 25 years ago. The first thought that went through my head was, “I wonder what these kids are thinking?” “Has this guy been trying to make it as a country artist this long?” I hope that they figured it out at some point, or at least Googled it at some point in the evening.

For years, I have been able to put off the inevitable. I am getting old. My daughter can almost drive without my attention, email is passé, Facebook is for old fogies like me, and kids today don’t even remember what rock n’ roll was or who sang it. It is okay. Those times produced some of the best music and originality that ever existed. The hair is thinner, I get mad at aggressive drivers, and I think having an early breakfast at a country diner sounds like a fantastic way to go. I love the progress technology has made. It is awesome to watch events I cannot go to on my phone, pay for events by showing my phone to the ticket taker, and using GPS versus a map makes getting unlost much easier. However, everyone says that it takes years to gain wisdom. That part I would not pass up. It is so true. As a youngster, I would have worked all day, grabbed some McDonald’s, and rushed to get to the show. I would have paid for the outrageous beer and food at the event and slammed myself up against a stage of pot smoking, alcohol fueled kids, and sung every song. I would have then headed back to little BP and gone to work this morning like nothing happened. Wait, part of that doesn’t sound so bad. Nah, the wisdom gained over the years, the preparation executed, and the knowledge to know better led to a great night with my beautiful wife and a 24-hour get away that was desired by both.

Youth is awesome. I cannot wait until those kids are my age and they head off to the virtual concert and some kid they don’t know has no clue that Justin Bieber was a YouTube sensation found by Usher. Oh, to be young again. It was a great night, followed by an incredibly relaxing morning. Thanks baby, for helping us have the wisdom to do it the best way an old married couple can do it. What’s next?

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Let the Sun Shine on Me!

“The sun will come out tomorrow.” This great line of thought came from the orphaned philosopher, Annie. Profound truisms are not only life affirming but seen on every other social media post out there these days. Damn right, the sun is going to come out tomorrow. It comes out every day. In some areas it is longer and in other areas it is shorter. I know, that is not the message from Annie, but it is in the same vein. There will be another chance to start over, have a fresh start, look forward to a new beginning, or any other thing that refreshes itself on a routine basis. Looking at it from its literal sense is just the way I roll. The sun will come out tomorrow.

My entire problem isn’t with this phrase. I find it optimistic and live by receiving those second or fiftieth chances to start fresh and new. The issue I have is the time that the daggum sun comes up so blooming late. Don’t get me wrong. I love DST (Daylight Savings Time) because in my youth it meant that the time outside was a lot longer. Summer time on the water or at the courts was extended and it even meant we could squeeze in another 18 after our first round. So, before you think I am fussing please understand that I do like it. Here is my rub. Why do I want to have it all year round? When we have regular Eastern Standard Time, we have great mornings. Those sunrises are just spectacular. This morning, I was leaving the barn after 7:15 and the sun was just starting to creep up. There is nothing wrong with this, but everything has its season. If we have this time for our entire year, what do we really gain?

There are many things that piss me off about our national and state legislatures but tonight it is all about the state issue. Unbelievably, this idea of having DST for the entire year has made it to the governor’s desk for signing. Really, this is the top issue affecting our state currently? I won’t even touch on the current hot button topic because it is an emotional powder keg that needs to simmer with rational thought and millions of lobby dollars on either side. Instead I will just focus on this lunacy of making a made-up time system our forever time system. It would fit. We are the state that is the butt of jokes throughout the country. People know us for three things. One is Disney, two is Miami, and three is weird crimes. Just Google it. For God’s sake, between meth mouth crimes, housing pet gators, eating people’s faces off, we have made quite a name for ourselves. Now, we want to use a made-up time so that people (tourists) can spend more daylight hours outside. Please don’t think this is nothing more that a political move to increase tourism for our visitors. I know, we rely on those tourism dollars, so we can stay afloat as a state. Some weird ass pest has destroyed our citrus, other countries have figured out how to grow the same things we do less expensively, and businesses are contracting or moving off shore. I get all that. So, what you are telling me is that if we have this new time for the entire year, we will get more tourist interaction and that will mean my state will be even better? Awesome, so my roads will be fixed and fluid? Our teachers and police officers will get great raises and be able to work in inviting environments? Oh yeah, when the CEO from Acme, Inc. comes to visit the beaches and the big mouse, he will be so enamored that he will make a billion-dollar commitment and move his entire business here. Well, that would be awesome. If that is the case, heck, let’s really go crazy. Let’s just take Pacific time and let everyone stay out until 10pm at the beach. We can make it to mid-morning in the dark.

I am not bitter at all about this stupid piece of legislation. The fact that I wrote piece of legislation is enough to see my point. There aren’t more urgent things we need to deal with in the Sunshine State? Our traffic sucks, our public services are in shambles, our teachers want to quit, and there aren’t enough high-quality jobs available in one of the largest states in the greatest country in the world, but we have a bill to change our time on the Governor’s desk. This fact speaks volumes of the current state of government. There is no anger at all. It is actually quite amusing. We spend so much time yelling at one another from our right post or left post that we forget most things happen when we compromise somewhere near the middle. We all have our thoughts and that is what makes us great. Instead of looking at this idiotic piece of legislation we still want to argue our points to an ear numb public. We should force our legislators to work on genuine issues instead of fake time gains. Really, there are things that we want done that can make real change. I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise though. Our greatest enjoyment comes from watching fake real television shows and listening to pundits on our side spout their money-making verbiage. Think about it. Television execs make their money by putting out products we demand. We demand fake television. Right-wing and left-wing pundits have made millions because they figured out that their segment of followers would support them. This led to lucrative endorsements. Heck, if you paid me millions, I might believe that having a stupid fake time system would be perfect for our great running state.

As I have stated a couple of times, there is no anger in this little post at all. It is really just entertaining. There are so many people who don’t pay attention to anything except their next pay check and which Friday night establishment has the best Happy Hour that they forget that there are people in Tallahassee, that they elected, well at least a few did, who are determining their future. They will bitch and moan when it affects them, but at that point it is too late. Oh well, peace be unto you all. And just remember, the sun will come out tomorrow. It just may be a few hours later.

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Thoughts from the Concrete Trail

Blue skies, cooler temperatures, Spring around the corner, and I grind away at my beautiful desk with no windows. There is this weird sound that Michelle and I are haunted by periodically each day but the busyness of the tasks and the thought of what is beyond helps to block it out. So, does a good set of headphones. Of course, I am sitting at my home desk pounding on the keys, pondering the next post while I jam to Lindsey Stirling on my SMS headphones. The next post could have easily been about the next player I was going to highlight, but those take a lot of thought, consideration, and time to construct. Tonight, it’s good music, some simplistic thoughts, and typical ramblings out of the cranium that is mine.

It is funny what happens throughout a day. Not just mine, but everyone’s. Do you ever notice it? I know we are all wrapped up in our own little world, however, take a deep breath, look left and right, open your ears, and you will be amazed what is happening around you. People are amazing. Actions, gestures, feelings, events, and conversations can be smorgasbords of entertainment, or even better, a slight distraction from your demanding work or day’s trials. Watching people is something I thoroughly enjoy. Studying them, analyzing their thoughts, really diving in to what they are saying, and observing behaviors is just entertaining to me. It is a tad bit weird, maybe a little bit creepy, but there is so much to learn from what I see. Sometimes, I am my own best study. There are some stupid things I do throughout the day. If you can laugh at yourself, it will be okay.

Today, I went out for my little run and it is usually lonely on the sidewalk. The streets, however, are packed with parents taking their kids to the best elementary school in Polk County, adults heading to work, or college students hurriedly trying to get to the college campus. I am sure the health benefits I gain from my jog are just a bit lessened by the toxins of the many beautiful cars and trucks that pass by. While I was pounding out the run today, when I use the word pound it is because I don’t jog like a gazelle, it is more like a circus elephant running around the big top, I really focus on the drivers coming towards me. One reason is because I like cars and I like to see what’s on the road, but the other reason is because I want to make sure I can dive off the road when I notice they aren’t looking at the road, but instead their damn phones. For God sakes, talk to your kids or something. Nonetheless, I jog always looking a bit to the right. Today was no different. Cruising down the sidewalk I noticed a new Jaguar SUV, a sexy looking vehicle, my favorite Toyota pickup, it goes by every day and it is just beautiful, a bad ass new Camaro with a throaty V-8, and many others that were nice but become a blur as the minutes continue to pass.

So, as I am slogging towards half-way, I see this new Tacoma towards me. I am like, “Hey, I know that guy,” so I throw up a wave as he passes. He goes by and I notice there is a kid in the front seat. I think, “I don’t remember him having a kid.” Oh well, I know it was him and he politely waves back. Fast forward a few minutes and he passes by going the opposite direction and it hits me; oops, it wasn’t the guy I know because the stickers that are on his back window aren’t on this particular truck. This happens more often than I like to admit. I wave at a lot of cars. Mostly, it is when they are polite and scoot a few feet over to acknowledge that they see you struggling to continue forward momentum. It is truly astonishing at how many don’t move over at all. The one’s who give a bit get a wave, a nod, or a smile. Who knows if they even see it or care but hey, at least I am trying.

This is just one event during a normal work day. There are so many things I notice throughout the day that tickle me, make me say “Huh”, or just make me wonder what in the hell is going on in that person’s life that made them so pissy. Just sitting here jamming to some different music, scrolling text I keep getting from my dad while he is enjoying a concert at the Ritz, and watching my wife diligently work towards my future while I play writer at my desk, makes me realize how exciting each day is if you really get into instead of letting it pass hour by hour. I am going to end this now as the last post was about 1400 words more and I just don’t have it in me tonight to get that deep. As Chris Stapleton says at the end of “Sometimes I Cry”, he simply says “There you go, thanks for coming out tonight.”

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