Making A List...

Should every guy have a "bucket list?" Seems like it's a concept for older guys, but maybe, like the inverse of youth, this one's wasted on the old.

I was sent a link to a recommended list. Of course, there are as many suggested bucket lists as there are people getting close to their bucket. This one is interesting to me however, for a couple of reasons: one, it is from Esquire magazine, a self-proclaimed magazine for young men; and two, it is one of the longest and most creative I've seen. You would have to start as a young man to check all the boxes on this one. But as I said in paragraph one, that's who ought to be working through a list anyway.

Esquire magazine didn't consult me regarding the title of this list, but if they had, I would have told them the title was all wrong. Men of their "young" target audience don't even have death on their radar. Plus, I don't know many young men that will read a list that's 83 items long, if they read at all. Most of the lists they seem to read are more like: "3 Steps to a Firmer This" or "5 Sure Fire Ways to a Stronger That."  

Well, on to the list. For each item on the list I've included the wording pretty much as it was printed in Esquire. Then I've included my comments, if any, in a bolder typeface.

83 THINGS EVERY MAN SHOULD DO BEFORE HE DIES
Experiences, endeavors, opportunities, journeys, and fantastically bad ideas you might want to give an honest try.

1. Apologize. Now, apologize isn't a thing you'll find on most life lists. But then, most life lists require you to exit your life, or your good sense, to execute the list items—parachute from outer space, visit the Titanic, sit through a whole season of Girls. Not that you'd be tempted, but don't do those things. Do these.

2. Take down that wall. Rip up a floor. Fell a tree.

All but the tree.

3. Lose 15 pounds without talking about it.

Done it, but it took heart surgery to make it happen.

4. Take one stunning train trip. The more nights, the better.

I've taken a few train trips, but none over night. I have spent a lot of nights sleeping in the luggage rack of a tour bus.

5. Preemptively say, "I'm sorry, too" when in the midst of a vicious argument with a loved one. Works only once per relationship. But it works.

Check.

6. Spend an uncomfortable amount of money on a really good suit.

I have spent a relatively uncomfortable amount on a suit, but I'm not sure it was for a "really good" one.

7. Leave a tip big enough to upset you.

Does leaving a tip at all when the service didn't warrant one count?

8. Make a pilgrimage to Bonneville Salt Flats, site of land-speed-record attempts for more than fifty years and a big piece of gorgeous nowhere. Go there to drive very fast. Go there to camp. Go there for the sunrises and the sunsets and the stars at night. Go there to be alone.

This won't make my list. I remember pictures in Hot Rod magazine and it had no appeal then or now. 

9. Take a little girl to see The Nutcracker.

I do this annually.

10. Nearly die, then don’t.

Did I mention heart surgery? Not sure how close I came.

11. See a band’s last show ever.

I played drums in a couple of bands and was there for the last show ever. Does that count? I've also been to shows that should have been the band's last.

12. Selectively run red lights.

Who hasn't?

13. Have yourself a little cannonball run. Different teams. Different beat-up used cars, procured specifically for this occasion and each costing less than $700. A race for time across 278 miles of road (and 90 degree desert heat) between Los Angeles and Las Vegas, and no rules about T-boning, rear-ending, or winning at any cost.

We drove from Tulsa to LA ONCE when I was thirteen. That was enough.

14. Volunteer.

Check.

15. Fly in the Beaver. You know the Beaver. Around since the forties and looks it. It has a big round radial engine, an oily, primitive thing the size of an old Volkswagen. But it flies, and lands anywhere covered in water.

Although it wasn't a Beaver, I've had my share of small plane experiences.

16. Love something other than yourself. Like a dog. Or even a person.

Check.

17. Shoot a Glock. Do you know what it’s like to have a heart bursting at the end of your arm? Didn’t think so.

No interest. I have shot a 12 gauge at clay pigeons.

18. Write a poem. Make it about whatever you're feeling about whatever you're seeing in your mind's eye. A person. Someone you love. It's a poem; why waste it on anger or fear? That stuff is what prose is for.

Check. I know what you're thinking: he doesn't want to shoot a Glock, but he writes poetry. I also have a motorized two-wheeled vehicles in my garage. It's a Vespa, not a Harley. Let's say I'm confident and comfortable in my own manly skin.

19.  __________________________

I'm skipping this one as it was printed. My 86 year-old mother reads this blog.

20. Try as many drugs as possible. Also, if possible, before 9:00 P.M. on a Tuesday.

Did I mention heart surgery? I now take a medley of medications with enough side-effects to make me strip naked and howl at the moon. Put that on your list, Esquire.

21. Make an incredibly important decision very quickly. One example: go from single to married in six whole days.

My Amazing-Missus and I had our first date on a New Year's Eve, we're engaged on Valentine's Day and married in June.

22. Coach kids. Not necessarily your own.

Check

23. Pick two to four friends. Go on annual vacations. No significant others allowed.

Why?

24. Develop a personal uniform.

This is one I really want to do.

25. Learn to tell a joke. When in doubt, mock the powerful, not the powerless. And focus on the things that everyone hates or loves. One tip: Everyone hates Congress – even Congress.

I've been doing this successfully since childhood. My fourth-grade teacher said so.

26. Hold a newborn’s hand.

Check. And I will get to do it again in June when our third grand-girl is born.

27. Get lost in the world. Because when you don’t know where you are, you just might end up in the place where you most want to be. You don’t have to go to the Atacama Desert in Chile either. But it helps.

I've been lost in Chicago and St. Louis.

28. Change someone else's tire without having to be asked.

Check

29. Offer a stem-winding toast to your father, in the presence of your father.

My Dad's a Baptist pastor. The only toast in our house had jelly on it.

30. Write a country song.

I wish I had written "I'd Rather Have A Bottle In Front of Me Than A Frontal Lobotomy."

31. Build an irresponsible fire.

My maternal grandmother warned us that boys who do this also wet the bed. Why risk it?

32. Shovel soil onto a casket.

Check.

33. Take a month off.

Off from doing what?

34. Face your own mortality by taking a physical risk.

Did I mention I took one of those $50 heart scans and that led to surgery?

35. Drive cross-country the other way—from Great Falls, Montana, to Austin, Texas.

Does Tulsa to Winnipeg, Canada count?

36. Walk somewhere at least fifty miles away.

All at once?

37. Climb Angels Landing in Zion National Park.

Not interested.

38. Drive the Going-to-the-Sun Road in Glacier National Park.

We've driven the Pacific Coast Highway.

39. Hondle. It's about shamelessness, about asking and asking and not caring when you get shot down. Once you achieve shamelessness, the world opens its arms to you.

"Hondle" is apparently a version of haggling over price, but with the added dimension of shamelessness. To do something shamelessly is a good addition to the list.

40. Quit your job. Especially if you are miserable.

Sort of did this, but not until I had a new one lined up.

41. Kill your dinner. No store-bought stranger-killed meat will ever taste so good.

Does fishing count?

42. Put your phone down. Seriously, just put it down.

Done.

43. Make enemies! Stand for something.

Done more times than I care to admit.

44. Sleep outside, next to a fire.

Check.

45. Sleep outside, in a public park.

Check.

46. Try really @#$%^& hard to be great at one thing.

Time will tell.

47. Help to bring life into the world.

Check.

48. Switch your lights off, even if just for a second, while driving late on a moonless night on a two-lane road.

Does just forgetting to turn them on count?

49. Reach or explore your peak performance levels while stinking drunk.

How would you know? Is there a meter or a buzzer that goes off?

50. Live your nightmare. An example was doing standup comedy.

I have been talking about doing the standup comedy, once, at an open-mic night. I've been working on my routine.

51. Learn how to make an Old-Fashioned at the drop of a hat.

Not interested.

52. Ride a horse. At full tilt. Across a field.

Done that. The horse was in total control. I was just an unwilling passenger.

53. Make something with your hands. We know a guy who makes violins in a little shop, which he also made. We know another guy who makes large abstract sculptures: blocks of stone that weigh tons. We're happy they make these things and are sort of in awe of their process and results. But we're talking about something more useful. Make something useful with your hands.

My handmade stuff tends more to the aesthetic than the utilitarian. 

54. Make a sandwich at three in the morning.

Probably have.

55. Swim naked. (At least 30 minutes after that sandwich)

Check.

56. Sing for your supper. Like literally sing to strangers in the hopes they toss change and maybe even some bills in your hat.

While I don't want to be the singer, I do have on my bucket list to be a part of a street-performing group.

57. Meet your hero, if you have one.

I have several and have met most of them.

58. Have a hero.

Check.

59. Spend an afternoon reading in the Rose Reading Room of the New York Public Library.

Check. It was a cold, rainy day. I would do it again.

60. Walk away from a conversation you aren’t enjoying without explanation.

Done.

61. Get fired, for cause.

Done. Apparently, I just wasn't cut out to be a school bus driver.

62. Talk to your father. About his life before you knew him. Sooner rather than later.

Some, but not enough.

63. Sail continuously for three days and nights on the open ocean.

I am actually certified in Coastal Sailing and Navigation. Part of the certification was a multi-night sail.

64. Master a skill with your non-dominant hand, like shaving or brushing your teeth.

I can chord my ukelele with my non-dominant hand.

65. Get married at least once.

Check.

66. Hire someone.

Yep.

67. Fire someone.

Ditto.

68. Watch a kid's show. Figure out its message. Incorporate that message into your general outlook.

No doubt, Captain Kangaroo had a huge impact on my worldview.

69. Attend the launch of a rocket.

Mostly bottle-rockets.

70. Believe in something fervently, with every fiber of your being; then believe in its opposite.

Yes, but that's a whole other post.

71. Eat at Roscoe's House of Chicken 'n Waffles, Los Angeles.

I have eaten at Sear's Fine Foods in San Francisco--the best pancakes and waffles I've even eaten.

72. Walk around New York City all night. Because a walk like this is not possible in any other city in the country. You can't plan such a walk. You just have to be ready for it.

Pretty much all night.

73. Commit a petty crime.

I was involved for a very short time in an organized crime ring. We were all in the 7th grade. I won't go into the sordid details.

74. Read any novel you “read” in high school. Be amazed.

I regularly reread a novel we were not allowed to read in high school-- "Catcher In The Rye", and it is amazing.

75. Read Huckleberry Finn.

Yes.

76. Read Fifty Shades of Grey.

Check. Don't judge me.

77. By the way: you need not do any of these things no matter what anyone says: Learn a foreign language. Watch The Wire. Run a marathon. Develop character by setbacks. Fast for longer than theologically necessary. Have a picnic. Work at a standing desk. Visit a sex club. Attend the Super Bowl. Join any given social-media platform. Count your lucky stars. Drink absinthe. “See the world.”

Noted.

78. Do something incredibly interesting and refuse to monetize it.

Several times.

79. Have a pair of shoes made.

Can't even imagine it.

80. Run for office, win.

Done with politics.

81. Run for office, lose.

Check. I once ran for local school board. I lost, which in retrospect was actually a win.

82. Spend some time in Detroit, where you can do most of the things on this list with impunity.

Check.

83. Don’t have a life list. Keep on like before—travel, eat, go places—until the things you’ve done, rather than the things you’ve yet to try, define the man that you are.

Advice taken.

So, what's on your list?

Buckle Up Buttercup!

Remember back in the day when wearing seat belts was optional? 

In fact, for us "men of a certain age", the cars we rode in and learned to drive during our first coming-of-age didn't even have seat belts. Now we strap the grand-girls into devices that remind me of something I once saw some cosmonaut in on his way to outer space. The cool thing is, the girls climb into these seats like that's what normal kids do. Of course they have something else we didn't have as kids--miniature TV screens playing their favorite programs.

Here's my point: for them it's just automatic; routine. The car doors open, they climb in. Dad straps one in and mom the other. Big sister yells at little sister because she has grabbed big sister's "special" (fill in the blank): toy, notebook, doll, book... The doors are closed. We stand waving and sighing as the tail-lights of the mini van disappear in the distance. We miss them already, but nap time is calling.

I recall the shift when cars not only came standard with seat belts, but with a warning light and a persistent dinging sound to remind us to buckle up. It didn't work. Hard-core seat belt haters figured out how to disable the warning signs.

The government in their relentless effort to save us from ourselves, put together a catchy campaign to encourage us all to adopt seat belts as normal operating procedure. Remember the little song that was a part of the campaign:

It didn't catch on in a behavior modification kind of way. So laws were passed and tickets were issued. You know the slogan: "Click It or Ticket."

A good thing happened for me once I adopted a Click-It lifestyle. My life got simpler. You see there was a time when it was a decision-making quagmire every time I got into the car. Should I buckle up or not? I'm only going to the grocery store! As if wrecks never happen between your home and the grocery store. I'm not getting on a highway, so my top speed will be 38 or so. How much damage can I do at that speed?

Back to my point. The grand-girls don't have that quandary. They just climb in and buckle up. The don't have to waste brain power on that decision. They can save that mental energy for arguing important issues like who had the doll first.

I'm reading a book right now called, Daily Rituals: How Artists Work, by Mason Currey. It is a summary of the work and life habits of famous artists, musicians, writers, philosophers, etc. gathered from their journals and letters. What I'm learning is that rituals, routines and habits don't necessarily make life boring and predictable, but can in fact free us to be more creative. Sort of like when I stopped wasting time over that silly seat belt decision.

Now, I just buckle up and save my decision-making powers for important, life-decisions, like: should I stop at Starbucks®, drive-thru or go-in, banana-walnut bread or not, eat it all or save half for later, cash or credit, if I use credit what do I say to my Amazing-Missus when she sees the charge come through and deduces that my total charge is exactly the cost of a tall dark roast, black, and a piece of delicious, carb-laden, banana-walnut bread?

Once Upon An April 8th

Does the name Yorgos Kentrotas ring a bell? 

A while back, my Amazing-Missus reminded me of a great line that Ricky said to Lucy numerous times throughout their married-on-TV life: "You've got some splainin' to do."

I don't know Yorgos' actual story, but I'm guessing, based on mankind's long, long history of being caught red-handed, that he had some splainin' to do.

BTW: "To be taken with red hand" in ancient times was to be caught in the act, like a murderer with his hands red with his victim's blood. The use of red hand in this sense goes back to 15th-century Scotland and Scottish law. Sir Walter Scott's Ivanhoe (1819) contains the first recorded use of taken red-handed for someone apprehended in the act of committing a crime. The expression subsequently became more common as caught red-handed. --Encyclopedia of Word and Phrase Origins by Robert Hendrickson (Facts on File, New York, 1997), pp. 135-136 and 138.

You see, on this day, April 8th in 1820, Yorgos, a peasant farmer on the Aegean island of Milos found something while digging rocks from his field. It turns out it was the famous Ancient Greek sculpture the Venus de Milo (created between 130 and 100 BC).

Picture the scene. Yorgos comes home dragging this 6' 8" statue of Aphrodite herself. I'm guessing the first words out of Mrs. Kentrotas mouth were something like, "Where did you drag HER up from?"

It's that scene that has been around since the first junior high boy was caught with a "girlie" magazine. When you think about it, it goes back to the beginning with Adam and Eve and the whole "apple" conundrum. 

Weirdly enough, it was also on this day a few years back that the tele-evangelistic Jimmy Swaggart was defrocked for cavorting with prostitutes when he should have been converting them.

Not that there's really any connection between Yorgos, Junior-High boys, Adam and Jimmy Swaggert. Or is there?

This is just Pops having some fun with the events of April 8th.

Holy Cow!

WHILE I WILL ALWAYS BE A ST. LOUIS CARDINALS FAN, I will proclaim right here: there is no other baseball stadium; wait, make that any sports venue, anywhere, like the experience of Wrigley Field.

By the way, I'm not a Cardinals fan just because they are the most successful baseball franchise ever that don't wear pin-stopped uniforms. I am a fan because I grew up in Tulsa, and at the time, the Tulsa Oilers were a farm team for the Cardinals and all the Cards games were broadcast on KRMG radio in T-Town. I wrote about that in a post a while back called, Take Me Out To The Ballgame.

Back to Wrigley. Today was Opening Day for the Cubbies--their 100th at Wrigley!

That's a lot of Opening Days. No one knows better than Cubs fans that their team holds the record for the most consecutive seasons without winning a World Series. Still the place will be packed and rowdy. And every homerun ball hit in to the Wrigley stands by the opposing team will be hurled back on to field by the Cubs fan that caught. It's one of the things that makes Wrigley Wrigley.

The last time that our family attended a game at Wrigley was on a June 13th (my Amazing-Missus' birthday). It was one of Harry Caray's last years as the announcer for the Cubs. We looked forward to the 7th Inning Stretch when Harry would lean out of the press box and lead us in singing, "Take Me Out To The Ballgame..."

That night the Cubs and the Padres played through 14 innings. By that time, Harry had apparently enjoyed enough brewskies that I thought he might fall in to the seats below when he leaned out to lead us in another stanza during the 14th Inning Stretch. 

Fortunately for us, on that rare night in Wrigleyville we got to hear Harry exclaim at the end of the game: "Holy cow!" "Cubs win!"

Fans today were not so lucky. The Cubs lost to the Phillies 7-2. As I post this the Cards are playing that other Pennsylvania team. Go CARDS!