Tackleface

I haven't been to a McDonald's in quite some time, and apparently, we've come a long way from the days of the paper hat and smock. Maybe it's just me flashing back to the days when I had to have my hair above my collar to keep my job.Maybe it's because I'm the only person on the planet who doesn't have a single tattoo, but some of the people who serve my food at the drive through are startling.

I drive up to the window to hand them my ATM card and they turn around and HOLY CRAP!

It looks like the dove face fist into a tackle box. I don't care that you have enough hardware in your face to pick up a shortwave radio stat, but when you're not ready for it, it can be quite a surprise.

Tonight I went to a Books a Million (BAM) and was surprised to see they had installed a Library in the coffee shop. There were at leat 10 people who are not “Skimming” a book to see if they should buy it, but starting at page 1 and going straight through. I swear one guy was in there the last time I was in this location. At some point, shouldn't you just buy the book and take it home? Why would you when you can buy a water and an oatmeal raisin cookie and come back tomorrow and finish up the book. One person even fell asleep in his chair.

It is one of the few places on earth that doesn't have 50 TV's on the wall.

Surviving April

Today I talk about how I'm stuck.

I don't want to be a person who lives in the past.

On the flip side, if I don't remember life changing events is that disrespectful?

There is a great quote in the Sheryl Crow song “Every Day is a Winding Road” and she asks, “Why am I a stranger in my own life?”

I talk about the day I watched my Mom breakdown upon hearing her father's voice for the first time in a long time. So now I'm worried about playing an old tape that has my Mom's voice.

I don't want to be “THAT GUY” who is always talking about his Mom. At this point, I've spent more time without her than I did with her.

So I get really worried that I spend too much time looking back.

I Still Remember the Pain of Childbirth

So I was halfway filling out the application at match.com when I hear a familiar voice in my head ask, “Is that what you're going to wear?”

There is a part of me that feels I need someone to go through life with, and someone to hold my hand, when I get old and feeble. This might've been brought on by the Death of my Dad followed by my Aunt, but I can see the bus coming, and it's a ways off, but its not that far away. So I am torn between two worlds.

And today I decided to turn on a microphone and talk about it.