All our football (we’re soccer purists) matches were cancelled this weekend because the water table is so high the fields are soggy and, thus, treacherous.
So, I busied myself with some epic workouts, entertaining the girls, looking for some new boots, and cleaning out the back of our basement where we have too many boxes of unnecessary stuff.
Haley Anne was looking through one of those boxes that, indeed, had: “Brian’s stuff #4” stenciled (not scrawled, because that’s too messy and uncertain) pointedly across one of the duck-taped flaps.
The first thing of interest was a picture of me winning an AAU State Championship in the 880. That was fun (more for me, likely), and actually held her interest for a minute.
But, what really caught her attention were twenty three tapes of a decidedly eclectic selection of music from 1980. This included AC/DC, Clash (no one cool actually said “the Clash”, eh), David Bowie and New Order. Much of this, most excellent tuneology, is currently being rediscovered by this generation, along with Michael Jackson (admit it… we miss him. I do). Haley Anne was particularly fascinated with the compilation tapes I had for various purposes to include: “working out”, “Driving to San Francisco”, and not ready to explain just yet “unusual events”. So, right there in her hands, audio (even though it’s analog) proof that “Daddy, really, always has been cool” – this relayed to her new BFF Emma via cellular telephone.
That’s me, today, with a bit more hitch in my strut; even more than is typical (and, that’s a lot).
Today I’m, otherwise, listening to Jackson Brown’s The Road, Running on Empty, and all of The Police.
Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.
Brian Patrick Cork