Work

I wasted nearly fifty years doing random things for little good reason. I didn’t enjoy them, mostly. There were some highlights, just not worth the cost. Jumping out of airplanes was fun but did we need to take six hours to do it? Shooting? There was more waiting and not enough ammo. Travel was great except for the restless natives.

Being retired is less exciting and boring. I guess I need to go find a job to keep me occupied.

Daily writing prompt
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?

No shit, there I was…

If you don’t know, that’s the difference between a fairytale and a war story. Which is where most of my encounters took place, in the military. I was assigned to personal security details, so there were a lot of senators, Ministers of Extremely Useless Stuff and Military Brass from around the world. What fun? Dealing with high power schmucks leads to meeting reporters and escorting them around through bad places and saying don’t do that, a lot.

There was a mission where we gave a final ride to ten of the HVTs in Iraq. It wasn’t very thrilling but it drove home what the cost of war could be. That was the last time those men saw anything besides the inside of a prison. Just a block of cells, a mosque and a green house.

Then, there is Philly. Just hanging out in a bar, there is a high chance that you will run into a professional athlete. I played shuffleboard and drank all night with a linebacker and didn’t know he was famous. Ump (Umpire for MLB) worked at Chickies on the boulevard. In 2018 the Eagles won the Super Bowl, and it was all hands on deck for the parade. Try not to arrest a “somebody” during the Mummers Parade. At the Airport, I remember meeting Meg Ryan (pretty) and Hulk Hogan (big) a few more were, “wow that was cool. Who were they?”

My vote for the coolest, Jakub Voracek. During the Mostly Peaceful Protests (RIOTS!) in Philly, this guy walks up to a group of us. In a thick Cech accent starts thanking us and shaking hands. Nice kid, I thought he would be cool to have a few drinks with, just hang out. He took some pictures and waved. Voracek for the win!

Daily writing prompt
Who is the most famous or infamous person you have ever met?

Experience can cost a lot.

The most expensive thing I’ve ever paid for is experience. There are some fairly large price tags on travel. Even adventure travelling can cost a lot because of unexpected events. Learning life lessons tend to add up. Learning my dating rules cost me three houses and some encounters with angry people that don’t need to be rehashed today.

Purchases only cost money. Experience can cost a lot more and have surprising repercussions. It’s too bad that we can preview what we learn from our decisions before we make them. Since we can’t, I’ll continue to leap in with both feet and wallow in the experience and damn the costs.

Time is an illusion…

You tempt me with metaphysics, Sir. How dare you! Now suffer for your mistake!

There is no such thing as time. It is an illusion. A concept of man used to grasp something that we can see but don’t understand. Did our forefathers understand entropy or simply feel it and fear it? Old myths said the sun died every day, plunging us into the dark of night. The first measurement.

Later seasons intruded on us, another leash on entropy, the cycle of death and rebirth. The mood became a measure for months, in the first full moon of summer, we could dance and rejoice at the return of plenty. We can master this invisible touch. On and on, we leashed the true force that was whipping us. Weeks, days, hours minutes.

Stack them up! Build a wall! Keep it out. Keep it controlled. You have the rest of your life to accomplish this maneuver

Since we can’t avoid time and function in the modern world, accept it. Or, not. It really doesn’t change things one way or another. There is only so much you can accomplish. Time is an illusion. Only the cage we tried to build around entropy, a sick way to measure ourselves against the universe.

Daily writing prompt
Do you need time?

Not much but,…

I would be happy to send a few people on a one-way trip. Maybe we could get a discount if we sent large groups, like congress and other useless parasites. There is a pretty good chance that they would even vote in a land give away, a 5-acre homestead land grant. 3 years to prove the ground and an option for 5 more acres after that.

Look at the selling points:

A pristine environment and zero chance of contamination.

No drilling, fracking or nuclear power plants!

No internal combustion engines!

No need to commute! There are no jobs to commute to.

No noise or need to worry about neighbors crowding you.

No need for a green new deal. Everyone would be dependent on solar power from the start!

I’m not interested in going, but I’ll pitch in for a few seats.

Daily writing prompt
How much would you pay to go to the moon?

Lazy days and Sundays always get me down (you have to sing it off key)

I never really learned to stop. You just work until the job is done and find the next thing. Doing nothing? I don’t know, there is always something. So yeah, unproductive is a good word for it. It’s all about the words, isn’t it? A “lazy day” is ignoring work. Even when I take the time to play golf or ride a bike, I’m doing something.

There’s a difference between sleeping in and being lazy.

Daily writing prompt
Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?

Stout fences and thick walls.

I have liked my neighbors for the most part. I would have to say it is probably because we didn’t intrude on each other much. Don’t mistake me, there have been many whom I consider friends and were always welcome in my home. But there was distance, we were no more involved than we wanted to be.

A good neighbor is there when you need them or when they need you. They don’t intrude. That includes intruding with their music, arguments (or excessively loud motorcycles). Yep. Good neighbors are hard to find and wonderful when we find them.

Daily writing prompt
What makes a good neighbor?

My Buggaboo.

Every time I’ve tried to resist it, something in me just breaks down. Like it’s predestined or some law of nature that I can’t resist. If I manage to build something good, as close to perfect as I can come, it still seems to wear out.

Does anyone else have trouble with entropy?

Daily writing prompt
What principles define how you live?

Unknown

Unknown is a category rather than a name. When I travel, I look for the unknown local artist, even if it is just down the street to the local fair. The local eye or style always attract me. The ability to distill the feeling of a place and transfer it to a canvas is what has made past unknowns into grand masters. It just takes time for us to catch on to the brilliance.

I enjoy walking through the grand art museums around the world, Philadelphia fine arts museum has the largest collection of Rodan outside of the Louvre. The Mutter Museum is a lot of fun if you like the darker side. The Louvre takes days to appreciate. Just getting a chance to see the Mona Lisa is worth the trip, but don’t run in and out and miss full the experience.

Go to D.C., New York, Philly, Paris, Frankfurt and maybe you can see it, that all of the past masters were just local artists at some point. Most of them were unknown and died broke or broken from feeling like failures. There are stories attached to most of them talk about rejection and criticism for their style. They looked at the world and through new eyes.

I like the unknown artist. I look for them. Who knows? Maybe my kids will inherit a future grand master.

Daily writing prompt
Who are your favorite artists?

Judgement

When I was young and knew all the answers, I had no problem judging others. I was so smart’ I could make a snap judgement about others without any real information. Give me a nonverbal clue or even a verbal clue, like having a different opinion and I could take it from there. Fortunately, as I grew up, I actually learned to listen to others.

Still, after decades of learning, I cannot understand how someone would voluntarily ride a Jap-bike when they could own a Harley. Sport bikes? Okay. I’ll let that slide, because they make good race bikes. But to go out and spend money on a cruiser and then spend more to make it look like a Harley. Just breakdown and take the plunge!

Just look at this beast! It’s got an engine the size of a small car, six speed transmission and a thumping stereo. It’s not even my favorite. Little Red, ’98 Softtail, straight shot Cobras, old school and low tech. Not really mine anymore. My girlfriend claimed it.