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Sunday Serenade: A Pirate Looks At 40

Come on, dudes. Really?

You actually expected to find something else here after the whole Talk Like A Pirate Day thing that came up just three days ago?

No, of course you didn’t.

Jimmy Buffett’s seminal song about mourning the innocence and deviltry both inherent in youth, how it’s wasted on the young. . . That’s the only song that really could have gone here.

And, so, here it is.

A pirate looks at forty and we get to enjoy listening while he looks.

Enjoy.


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‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

We’re in a rush here today, dudes.

For those of you who celebrate, this is one of the busiest days of the Christmas season. We’ve made a list, checked it twice and all that jazz, but we’re probably still running around crazy, trying to make sure we’ve got what we need.

Not much will be open tomorrow, so we need to stock up on the necessities.

For now, though, it’s time to start snuggling in with the family.

When they were younger, the little dudes and I used to crowd around the computer screen and watch as NORAD tracked Santa Claus on his yearly trip around the world.

These days, of course, they’re much too grown up to do anything that silly.

So it’ll be just me, logging onto the NORAD Tracks Santa site. Watching as the Jolly Old Elf starts his journey and hitting refresh with increasing intensity as he nears the east coast of the United States.

This is one of my favorite nights of the year.

The rest of the family will go to bed and I’ll stay up, making sure the stockings are ready, hung by the chimney with care.

I’ll sit in the quiet, beside a dying fire and smile, knowing that soon my family will arise and walk downstairs, ready to glimpse the goodies left by Santa, looking to see if maybe, just maybe, there’s a bite out of the cookies we left out. If the level of milk is a little lower.

Because, even when they get older, even when they’re maybe my age, there just might be a little bit of a believe still squirreled away inside their brains. Just a little bit.

Not so much with me. There’s nothing about the bit of belief still in my head.

I still believe.

And this is one of my favorite nights of the year.

Merry Christmas, dudes. Enjoy your time.

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A Birthday, Infinitely Belated

by Richard

Today is not a fun day for me. Aug. 10 would have been my mom’s 71st birthday. Instead, it’s the first time we’ve had to think about her birthday since she died in February.

Far too young and far too abruptly, Mom died on Feb. 26 in Gainesville. In less than a month, she went from a relatively healthy woman with multiple sclerosis to an intensive-care patient in a coma to a short stay in hospice.

Her birthday is especially rough because it brings to mind even more forcefully that she’s gone and isn’t coming back.

I’ve been thinking a lot about her lately, mostly because of all the momentous life landmarks we’re going through right now. Our oldest, Sarcasmo, graduated high school and is getting ready to head off to college. I had plans to talk with Mom — a lot — to ask her how she dealt with it when I went off to college. I had questions and needed answers.

Not going to get them now.

Who I’m really feeling for right now, though, is my sister, Tia. Her birthday is tomorrow. She’s mostly enjoyed having her birthday back to back with Mom. The thing now is that she gets to celebrate her birth the day after we even more specifically mourn our mom’s death.

I think I’ll have to be extra nice to her this year. Not that I’m not always extra nice to my sister. No matter what she says to you dudes. She’s a known and frequent liar on the subject.

Wait. . . That wasn’t extra nice.

Um. . . Sometimes she might misremember the facts? Yeah, that should about do it.

I guess that’s going to be my birthday present to Mom, trying to be nicer on her birthday. To keep smiling and say good things about folks. And, even though I hate the necessity of having to say this, it’s what she would have wanted.

Happy birthday, Mom! I wish we could have celebrated it together. We miss you.

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