Neanderpundit

Remember being 18? or maybe for you it was 16, or 22. That summer you decided you had your hand around the hairy scrote of life itself, and you were going to twist until you got what you want. That summer you knew everything, that summer you decided the old man was the dumbest bastard you knew, because he lived his life just going about his business, and you needed to rip the tits off the world and squeeze out the milk of happines, break the bones and suck out the marrow. That summer you knew and did everything. The summer all those years ago.

Remember when you realized that sometimes a long, slow night of great sex was better than a quick fuck in the back of a pickup? When you realized that good booze should be savored and not slammed? remember when you realized how much more of life you could enjoy if you did so slowly and with deliberation? Remember when Dad got smart again?

Thanks,. Dad.

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Drove through Michigan on the way to some yearly update training, to discover it is full on autumn. Cold, misty rain, turning leaves.

A melancholy comes on me when the season turns like this, a deep blue funk that bears down on me for three or four days, and never completely releases it’s grip until the first fresh mow of spring. I’ve buried a lot of folks in fall weather, carried boxes to holes in the ground covered with papery oak leaves and browning grass. I’m reminded not so much of my own mortality but the mortality of everything.

We all are born, live, die. Many of us make a mark. Some of us make a mark worth looking at. I hope the words I leave here, the people I have had the opportunity to meet, the impression I leave on people, the things I do daily, I hope the mark I leave is a net gain, that I leave the world a better place.