Welcome to the Monkey House

November 24, 2019

I wandered deep into Topanga on Saturday and emerged, at days end, a different person.…

Black Smoke. White Smoke.

November 18, 2019

Two key questions: are the Santa Ana’s blowing and what color is the smoke? If…

Fret Not

November 3, 2019

Was at an orchestra concert the other day watching my favorite cellist and noticed that…

Thirteen

October 24, 2019

Backpack half zipped on the kitchen table,Beat up paperback Fahrenheit 451 in the side pocket,Simpsons…

Deadicated 6.16.18

June 25, 2018

FADE IN Citi Field.  General Admission. Three rows back from the stage. The crowd dances,…

Divine Intervention

June 20, 2018

So here I am driving down the road, reeling from an earlier conversation, trying to…

Luggage or leverage?

June 3, 2018

One step back…WTF? These freaking voices in my head… So, the other day, I am…

Year of the Rabbit

May 1, 2018

"What year?" Vince asks. "1963." I say with a certain amount of pride. "Huh, year…

Oh, my…

April 15, 2018

Went to Supercuts on Saturday: to the usual one over on 18th and Wilshire.  All…

Learning to fly

March 18, 2018

  Took flight again today at Pranayama Breathe Class on a Sunday afternoon. I visited…

Squeak!

February 24, 2018

Squeak. Step. Squeak. Step. Squeak. Pause. Stop. Pause. Step. Squeak. Humph… My favorite shoes are…

#leftearrightear

February 14, 2018

  FADE IN. EXT: DAD comes into focus, a big guy, burley, mid-thirties, Oklahoma t-shirt,…

Have and Have Nots

February 6, 2018

I am struggling a bit.   A few days ago I woke up pre-dawn, made a…

I don’t know, it just

January 15, 2018

drives me crazy that people don’t really greet each other anymore. I’m not sure why…

Turn the tables

August 31, 2017

I have a coach that helps me navigate the training regime for all of these…

385 in dog years…

August 6, 2017

I am getting old. I’m almost 385 in dog years. Humph… The other day I…

And he lives in Nashville. Went there recently to reconnect and discovered a whole new…

Owling

July 24, 2017

Went owling with Vince the other night. We have a big tree in the backyard…

Coco and Adele

July 23, 2017

One afternoon in the Marais (how cool is that for an opening line?) Teri and…

Merci Madame Killelay

July 19, 2017

One of my favorite teachers, Madame Killlelay, taught high school French. I think she tops…

Nice is nice (PG13)

July 13, 2017

Was a hot day in Nice. I had some down time before the flight back…

Comrades in arms…

July 10, 2017

And legs. And mind, body and spirit. Just whisper “Kowies, Fields, Bothas, Inchanga or Polly…

Triple death by…

July 7, 2017

Seriously? It’s Saturday morning. I mean what kind of message is that suppose to send…

Wump-Wump-Wump

July 6, 2017

Thursday afternoon Dad via text: “send a pic people here want to see” Dad’s internal…

La Decima

July 5, 2017

He’s a god, a modern day god, like Zeus with a tennis racket. And we…

One-by-one. Not too often, but the pace is accelerating. Friends are falling by the wayside. And with each passing my parent’s extended circle gets a little smaller. Conversations and updates on the so-and-so’s get a bit shorter. Shared experiences fade. We walk a fine line between the present and a memory.

To me it seems you spend a good part of your life growing your circle of friends and acquaintances. That’s kind of the point. As you get older you become more and more interconnected, mostly through common experiences, expanded via moves and jobs and interests. Your circle grows. You feel more and more grounded, tethered in a way, protected by the strength in numbers. People from different times in life get all jumbled together to create a fabric that holds you place.

Sometimes I ask myself if someone I have not seen in many years were to show up on my doorstep out of the blue, would I invite them in? Unconditionally, without hesitation? Or would I think that maybe the years in between somehow changed them (or me) and that I should pause, step outside to greet them, or maybe even think twice about answering. The answer is the difference between friends and acquaintances I suppose. Anyway, it’s comforting to make a list from time to time because in my bones I know those on it would do the same for me in return, that they would take me in, unconditionally, without hesitation.

Some of the building blocks of that list have been on it for 50+ years and the reality of scratching off a name or two, one-by-one, is painful and it scares the shit out of me…

When your dad’s best friends die it matters. These are they guys you grew up with. The guys he grew up with. The ones that influenced and shaped both of you very early on, the guys that gave you your first glimpse into manhood. I carry a piece of each of them till this day. I always take my last run of the day with the Eatons Neck Ski Club. I run with Wayne. Hammer a nail with Mr. Moles. Turn to see Mr. Wetzel when I smell cigars. Think of my Uncle Sandy when I tap out a blog post. Building blocks one and all.  All part of the fabric.

Yesterday the circle got a little smaller…

Onward->

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