Tag Archives: getting old

Growing up is great.

Sometimes waking up and walking the filthy city streets of our North Beach neighborhood early in the morning gives me a thrill similar to the one I used to get after staying up all night and wandering home.

But at 1:45 AM I was comfortably situated on a mattress rather than a bar stool.

I’ve got a dog leash in my hand instead of a cigarette.

Best of all, I know exactly where all my stuff is.

Specifically (in no particular order):
– Car
– Wallet
– Keys
– Brain

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Is this thing on?

The gray is starting to appear, and I’m no where near being the man I’d hoped to be at this juncture. Still crammed into small spaces. Still no savings to speak of. Still motivated by small, simple endeavors. 

When I was a kid, my parents seemed like adults and followed a certain orderly process. Cars in the garage. Yard trimmed. Hamburger Helper on the table. 

I never wanted any of that, but I often wonder what it would be like. The comfort zone. The safety zone. The not-too-spicy, fall-asleep-after-the-evening-news zone. 

Something tells me I’m not destined to find out anytime soon. Maybe I’ll look good in gray? 

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Give it away now.

As the years pass and the gray hairs in my beard multiply, I find myself thinking a lot more about what I have to offer the world—rather than the other way around. So here you go. Just a few things I don’t need anymore that you can take home today.

LOT ONE
A broken teak table with wobbly legs and four really heavy chairs that like to snag expensive women’s clothing. Bring a truck. If you plan to break it all down for a bonfire on the beach, please keep your intentions to yourself.

LOT TWO
Half a closet of ill-fitting, pseudo dress up clothes bought for awkward client presentations in Bannockburn, IL.

LOT THREE
Two Rubbermaid crates filled with gently used, made-in-China Harbor Freight tools. I probably wouldn’t rely on them for major home improvement or auto repair, but they’ll get you by in a pinch.

LOT FOUR
A basket full of various over-the-counter drugs that probably expired in 2013. If you’re suffering from cold or allergy symptoms, I may have the outdated relief you’re looking for.

That about sums it up. All my excess worldly possessions. Please contact me if you’re interested. All items are being gifted “as-is.” I assume no responsibility for any damage to property or persons.

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Putting it all together.

Here at work we spend a lot of time sitting in circles with laptops. And overactive, under-stimulated brains combined with super-fast Wi-Fi can steer concepting sessions in all sorts of directions. It was Monday afternoon and instead of strategically defining the logistics of a plan to sell electronics around the holidays, we were thoughtfully discussing the finer points of our favorite childhood toys.

But the generation gap at the table was making things complicated. While many had grown up with Game Boy, the rotary-dial-era folks like me were stuck on Stompers and Stretch Armstrong.

It was just about time to change the subject.

And then I mentioned my Lego collection. A sense of common ground and unity washed over the group. Apparently Legos had transcended my 80’s childhood and been a big hit for the Millennials as well. Various trips down memory lane followed.

I built houses!

I built space ships!

I built torture chambers for Beanie Babies!

The whole discussion left me yearning for something to do with my hands. Which ultimately led to this blog entry.

Happy Friday, friends. Hope your weekend is filled with simple pleasures and idle aspirations.

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The facts of life.

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Happy Friday, friends. Enjoy your weekends. Unless weekends aren’t your thing. In which case, enjoy this song.

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