All things being equal................

Well....... they ain't.  Never have been, never will be.

I'm fat. She's skinny.  He's rich. DAYUM she's tall.  That guy could do standup, I swear... I come close to losing my breath from laughing. dayum near pass out when he gets on a roll.

I don't really find him funny, but, whatever, and I'm not offended if you do.

D.  D lost his job at the plant because the owners, having difficulty getting employees to fill openings due to the extremely rural nature of the plant and the city it was in, were pretty much forced to shutdown and relocate to a more urban location. D's wife worked nights at Casey's, slept during the day whilst the kids were in D's hands, or, at school.. he'd fetch em with him when he went to Dollar General to grab some groceries... and he was always embarrassed when he had to get out his EBT card to pay.

K.  K was in line behind D... noticed he'd included a bag of chips.. and a 2 liter of Pepsi.  With EBT card in one hand, D pulled them out of the cart with the other, and K exhaled that exhale of disgust as if Uncle Sam himself had opened her purse, grabbed a five dollar bill out to pay for them.  R stood behind K who was behind D.  D was putting his cart up, making sure his kids held hands as they walked to the car...  R, who was behind K, who was behind D, had paid, then walked over to D...  without knowing specifics.. said, "You're a good man friend...I can tell the kids love you... I'll bet they enjoy those Fritos, I sure did when I was a kid.. and, hey, I loved Snickers too.. so here's a couple of 'em for you.. I won five bucks on a scratcher ticket, paying it forward to your kiddos!"  THANK YOU SIR!  D felt better.

V, were you being judgmental about K? Maybe, forgive me Father.  She's certainly entitled to her opine, I just don't 'get' that she has no idea of his situation... and, I don't really think chips and pop is/are an overreach, as in 'foul'. And, on toppa that, I thought the exhale was in pretty bad taste, even if a belief. But again, I understand MANY share her belief.

H.  H is a young man, Junior in HS, happens to be black.  The only black in his school.. the only other black child in the district is his 6th grade sister, P. H and C sit by each other in two classes, have become really good friends, take breaks together.. and recently, C agreed wholeheartedly and thankfullly to go to prom with H. C's parents basically flipped out.  Bugged them so much, they got an appointment with a psychologist to see if he had suggestions on how to get C to stop liking H. (TBC)

Much to their surprise, the Counselor suggested C wasn't the one in need of counseling, they were.  

All things being equal, they ain't.  

V was trying his hand as a girl's basketball coach. An admitted neophyte, he spent hours reading books, going to coaching clinics, yada.  DD was his point guard, not bad, and, the team was actually fairly successful in the first year. DD's folks, and DD, teased and joked with V, and it was a two-way enjoyment kinda thing.  The next year............

DE moved into the district.  She was a freshman, and pardon the French, one helluva basketball player.  In fact, she supplanted DD as the starting point guard on the team.  It was an easy decision, everyone could see it, well, almost everyone. By season's end she was voted All Conference, First Team.

All things being equal, they ain't.

V allowed DD and her folks, to make life, the team, the culture, a living hell.  The end game was, they made it somehow. V was 25 at the start of the season, turned 43 (or so he felt) by the end of the season.  Shoulda woulda and coulda booted DD off the team for conduct. Didn't. 

Life, nor blogging, comes with GPS.  I'm a lover of diversity, yet, I know many, ain't.  Never, would I attend a meeting of a certain political party, yet, i have many, MANY a friend now, and over the years, that would, and do.

Much, doesn't interest me, but, I'm perked by your interests.  We all take paths to those interests, and, along the path toward that interest, we can meet, visit, talk, even love others, who ain't enroute to the same interest meeting.  We can, and do. 

I love that.  I love the 'take a moment in life' of life.  I love turning the corner in Piggly Wiggly, only to come upon someone from the dinosaur days of High School.. we didn't hang then, really don't now.. but, much, much in common simply due to the era.  Generally, that's accompanied by, met with, smile.

Smiles are good, even if all things ain't equal. Clothes, money, position, rank, don't make the man or the woman.

Ideally, we could sit in a room, naked and get along.  Not knowing if BMW, crotch rocket scooter, Ole Buick.. Louis Vutton, Nike, or, Wally brand.  No ID on bank balance, Bible of choice, or not, living in sin, or Cincinnati.  

OK, right you are. the naked, it was actually a 'josh', sorry, kinda. ..for MANY reasons, perhaps better we keep our clothes on... Maybe t shirt and shorts eh?  Besides, some rooms are really cold.  You pervert, I was talking COLD, not shrinkage.  Then again.  All things being equal, they ain't.  But some things are left better for the imagination, as, there are perverts out there!

T Shirt, shorts......... room.  Two people. Friends along the way.  Means kindness.  Understanding.  Listening, really listening. Talking, even if that can be a struggle.

War had a song in 1975 that said, 38 times in fact, Why Can't We Be Friends.  The resta the lyrics is made up of differences.

At the risk of sounding like Joel (and you may really like Joel I shouldn't say that, did, sorry, kinda)..  all we need is a drummer........

No, that ain't it.  All we need is a room.  T Shirt. Shorts. A path on our way to get there.  Happenstance.  Sit. Kindness.  Greeting (which, is almost spelled g r e a t.)  A handshake or a hug or a peace sign or a simple smile (which, sadly, ain't so simple sometimes)... 

All things being equal, they ain't.   But,  Why Can't We Be Friends?

Victor? Yeah?  You mean, EVEN be friends with a weird blogger?

Uh huh.  They're harmless.

Love, Victurd 

Urn the other cheek.........

My take......... and........ well, damnit, that's what blogs are...... blogger's take... my take in this instance.......

If you've come here with some frequency, first, I ask... "The hell is wrong with you?"  

Then, you'll remember I overdo stuff.......  the 'two beers at the Landing'...    sports, way too much..  love for little kids..... pets.. even cats!  LYRICS.  It's like chewing on a gummy, they get stuck in there somehow.

And, obits.

Obits is, are......... a two, three, four paragraph summation, of howintheheck one spent their life on our planet.

Most........... are prim, proper.  It's kinda like dressing for church... ya put on good stuff..  Shouldn't have that final take with collars and cuffs a mess... scuffmarks on the leather shoes... wrinkled knee pants...   Strawberry syrup stains from Denny's.  Nuh uh, no sir, don't. Stymie halt.  No can do.  Ya got one, ONE shot, to do it right, correct, within reasonably specific guidelines.

I vote, patooey.

In fact, one'a my favorite recent obits I read... stated...  "Life was never a straight line."  (If Fred Flintstone were an undertaker, I'm quite certain he'd agree, rejoice with, "Yabba dabba cadaver!")

No parking by the sewer sign, hot dog, my razor's broke, water drippin' up the spout, but I don't care, let it all hang out.

Like:

He much preferred the company of Cocker Spaniels over people.....

He enjoyed gardening, The Rolling Stones, and.. dumping an entire fifth of Old Crow in the punch bowl at Church.  

He had an addiction to sticky notes... He'd steal a bundle from work... He'd leave sweet nothing notes to his lady... uplifting, 'go get em' quotes for his kids, grands... and, once or twice a year, he'd drive to work, park in the Owner's designated spot, and leave a note "I had to pee.. REAL BAD."

Education was important to him... in fact.. he 'Babbled" his way to fluency in Korean, Chinese, Vietnamese with the express intent of walking into a nail salon... preparing himself so 3/4's of the way thru a pedicure, he would sing (in the corresponding Korean, Chinese or Vietnamese) either "God Bless America", "Bohemian Rhapsody", or sometimes even "You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up", he'd mix it up.. . all, much to the chagrin of the little gossipers who'd been talking about him, giggling their way thru the entire pedi.  All in fun, he tipped well.

He (and his spouse) enjoyed fine dining, dancing, and an occasional cocktail.  Darn near ever Friday night, they'd go thru the list of upcoming weddings, pick the one that looked the richest, in the biggest church... put on their finery... walk in (not knowing anyone).. and eat, dance, drink. From this.. over the years.. he got two job offers... three new golf partners.. a seven figure 401K thanks to their untapped entertainment fund, and many a hangover.

He was emotionally deprived as a toddler... his mother was wonderful but quick to softly admonish when deserved.. , he'd be sitting in the seat of the cart in the store, would yank any, everything he saw, wanted, into their cart - and of course it was followed with "no.. put it back please."   This possibly played into his later in life aversion to tossing things into the carts of unsuspecting shoppers..  you know, at Kohls once he threw a three-pack of neon thongs into a granny's cart..  a 36DD lacy bra into the cart of a 5'2", 90 pound hotty...   and... he' d drop an unopened CD of Carly Simon's You're So Vain into some dude's cart that looked like maybe he earned it.

Perhaps his prized possession was his cardboard cutout of Bernie.  "They" would sit in the front porch swing and visit...  go on float trips... driving trips to nowhere in particular in his Tesla, with Bernie at the wheel.

Never ever a fan of "You Can't!" he would attend his neighborhood HOA meetings (remaining silent).. but soon after.. "Watch me!".. he'd pay his cousin Eddy fitty bucks to park his RV overnight infronta the HOA Pres's house..  he'd pull her trash bins out on Friday (Monday was trash day).. and he enjoyed spray painting her mailbox in psychedelic colors.. and, once every six months or so, hookup a clothesline between her Mercedes and her next door neighbor's Escalade and fill it with overalls.

He didn't really have a police record, but, over the years, he was tossed from three movie theaters when they spotted his squirt gun... came just shy of being up on assault charges at a teeball game when he threatened the mother of a seven year old after she'd screamed at his son (the umpire) at the top of her lungs.. and then that time he got pulled over for speeding, chose to remain silent, "speaking' to the cop in ASL.

Strangely, there was even one obit where the funeral was gonna be at night... hence, "We'll leave the light on for you."

Love, Victurd 

Understanding "A hill of beans"........

Awhile back....... oh, forty pounds or so... hella wrinkles ago...  I was a wet behind the ears punk, briefcase totin' dude with fancy resume' in hand.  Thankfully, landed a job at a nice, family owned company, largely in part to having gone to the same college as the President of the company.

Day 1.  All well and good.  Observation. Notes taken. Actually got to do some hands on diddies....

Day 2.  Meet with owner (actually, owner's son, who by now had taken over).. a direct boss.. and a coworker.  Conversation was going along ok, then, somehow I (ears still wet back there) related, "well.. I don't think this (this and this) is gonna work... we needta do this (this and this)."  Echoing in the background, me thinks I heard the song "All of me... why not take all of me."  Then....

Boss... owner dude... not quite as impressed with my take as was I, maybe some disagreement in me rearranging the procedures he'd setup........... looked me in the eye, conversed, and somewhere along the way I heard......."I don't need you."

That.  That's how I learned about 'A hill of beans'... as in, you ain't, it ain't, worth a hill of beans." 

Pride is hard to swallow, but, remember... I was job huntin' prior, which, means "Feed me Seymour, I ain't had a paycheck in a minute"... so.. I swallowed, made note." 

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As life, the World, turns... we 'cipher' quickly with our brains... "time is precious at any age.. but now, we measure... .yay/nay, do I need this? Want this?  Does this interest me?" 

The beloved local paper (The KC Star) this morning...  four articles on a hunnerd and sixty eight possibilities of who the Chiefs might draft tomorrow night.  Reading all about the 168? Not no's but hells no's, a hill of beans.. I DON'T NEED YOU.  Perspective.  It's kinda like prematurely picking your lifetime honey... you know, like, in 3rd grade. Although I will admit, I thought it was love at first playgound chase. (TBC)

Come time where, "The Chiefs are on the clock" Thursday night.. .well.. that's more akin to....   Senior Prom, you and eight buddies just pooled hard earned dollars from stackin' hay bales the previous summer so you can rent a limo for the night........ NOW, we're talking.  Closer.  Closer anyways to, "Is this the real life... is this just fantasy?....."   Good, important beans, regardless.

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And, I'll end with (OH, you're welcome) one final story where I ended up with bean syrup on my face.

I talk, and love, my grandkids.  I mean, who doesn't?  Most times, I walk the walk.  NOT SUNDAY.  Color me an idiot.  I worked 9a to 3p.  Tired, yet, no excuse. Right after work, my duty was to pickup my grands at ex's house.. fetch them back to Topeka, almost 3 hours round trip.  I'd texted, "Get off at 3, be there shortly thereafter."

3:14pm, I pull into the driveway.  I honk.  Nuthin, not a creature is stirring. 3:18pm, I text.  Nuthin'.  3:22pm, grandson finally comes out.. "It's gonna be a bit.."  I ain't had blood pressure meds in a few years (my excuse for semi-irritated answer) "HOW COME?"  They're eatin'.  Pretend this -> is larger type "GEEZ".....  My selfish brain switched to "They KNEW I was coming shortly after 3, couldn't they have eatin earlier?"  Absolute, on purpose, quiet set in.

3:34pm, all three grandkids in tow. A silent, idiotic grandfather pulls out.

What little wisdom that is left in this 73 year old brain, talked to me.. "Victor.. you don't see them often... today, when you finally DO get to see them.. you demonstrate being an ass by allowing 20 minutes of your day to paint you "You ain't worth a hill of beans." (TBC)

"And I'm talking, you ain't CLOSE to bein' Bush's Best beans.. or Hunt's Beans.. you ain't even Best Choice Beans... you MAY BE "Always Save Beans".. you know, them are the ones everyone buys and takes to homeless shelters.. .and them dudes won't even eat 'em." 

I feel worse than a Royal's 8 game losing streak.  Worse than hearing, many years ago, "I don't need you."

Forgive me Father........... and, grandkids.  I am human, hear me snore.. and I promise, I'll be better, happier, funner............... next time.

Love, Victurd 

Life...... Libra....... Scales... It's all a perfect balance ain't it?

 

Yes, I am that, Libra'n born.  Wiki done learned me "The symbol of the scales is based upon the Scales of Justice held by Themis, the Greek personification of divine law and custom. She became the inspiration for modern depictions of Lady Justice."

SHE? Well all KNOW I'm a misogynist.. that's what Jimmy in Arkansas calls me..  VICTOR, git ridda your dirty laundry. (Don't say laundry, I JUST DID five loads...... hate it.)

Back to Libra... we all know the Clifton Keith Hilligass version.. VICTOR?  Whothehell is that? That's Cliff.. the orginal CliffsNotes guy.. he actually grew up in GBR Country, ifn's you know your athletic abbreviations.

The CliffsNotes version of Libra is basically balance and justice.  Just like life eh?  Yes? No? You have the right to remain silent? (Why don'tya then Victor.) Bite me.

Tastes great... less filling.. we need equal parts, votes of each. And, they can't fist fight, then justice would have to step in.

Life is weird.  "911 what's your emergency?"  "Well... there's a basket with 15 people in it in my backyard... and... it's attached to a hella big hot air balloon."  Nuh uh.  "Uh huh."                   versus, cops pull into lemonade stand, buy two glasses from the kid, hand him a ten dolla' bill.

Newton, Grundy I think it was, says "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction." That's all about Libra.

Pennies from Heaven. Not no more.  Did you know they quit makin' em?  So, the opposite reaction is, "we will round to the nearest five cent increment."  Yeah but... the hell do we do with Penny Lane...... JC Pennys...  Penny Marshall (I mean hell, without no Laverne ya can't have no Shirley...  don't call me Shirley.)  Penny slots...  Penny for your thoughts?  Sorry, we tariff'ed that, it's a nickel now.

That's all well and good Victor, and we get the balance, equal and opposite but, that ain't got nuttin' to do with justice.  Seen any copper thieves of late?

Speakinowhich......... the NFL Draft.

Huh?

Yeah, always interesting.  This guy is can't miss... an assured Pro Bowler for years... No he ain't, he's got alligator arms.  (Oh whatthehell, I'll keep my misogynist rap.. and, there was worry about Miss America in a swim suit?)

Back to balance......

Little turds... fresh outta the belly.  Them bones ain't hardened yet, and, there's built in padding (baby fat) for slips and falls. Oh, might get an occasional bump on their noggin', and, anything smaller'n a teacup better be at least 6' off the ground or it'll be in their mouths once they get upright............ versus.......

Old turds. We take Tim Conway steps.  The 3 inch 'partition' tween the bathroom floor and the shower is a sonofagun. Should be a geezer Olympic Sport, I mean, hell, Curling? London and Lloyd Bridges falling down will in all likelihood result in a 911 call (or a tug on whatever that bracelet is we geezers wear) and, a new hip.

Victor, two paragraphs, not one damn word about justice.   Wills, Probate, relatives never speaking to relatives again. Funk, Wagnalls, line and sinker.

Recent, Facebook Swap and Shops ads.......  PRICE FIRM. (Smokefree, petfree home.).......  MAKE OFFER.. (4 cats, 3 dogs, we smoke like fiends)

All things being equal.....................  are they ever?

Dr. Seuss say, "Life's a great balancing act."

Einstein say "To keep your balance, you must keep moving."

Actual video below... Liberty High School Class of 1970 fifty year reunion, Football team on a seesaw.  Them, and the Pep Club, had flipped a penny (someone still had one) for the right to go last... Football team lost, had to go first.  Those of us that could still walk a tad after, gathered around John C (our class lawyer) and discussed possible litigation agin' the Pep Club.  Stay tuned.

Be sure to mind your P's and Q's...  Dot your I's and cross your T's.  Oh hell, who am I kidding.  I wish I were an Aquarius or a Gemini... they're known to come outta leftfield, ie, behave in unpredictable ways.

Same ole same ole.. .toodles with doodles.......

Love, Victurd

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My broker is EF Hutton and.....................

DANG! You haven't paid attention here haveya! i ain't gotno broker..... while you, and you, and you, and you over thereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... were busy, facepaced young pups dumping buckaroos into 401K's (YOU CAN'T TOUCH THIS.. DON'T TOUCH IT.. DON'T TOUCH IT.. Ya mean no second mortgage? NO!.. We can't take no funds out and buy a real nice camper? NO!  YOU CAN'T TOUCH THIS.. DON'T TOUCH IT.. )

I was...............................  60 when i thought about being 60.

Pardon my French........... merde.  (AI or Google, I forget which, tells me that's 'sh*t' in French... or, an exclamation of frustration, similar to 'damn', or 'shoot', or that other one.

ie, IB Po', and that's ok.   It's not the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, but, it is what it is...... I've got my cardboard sign/idea all ready...... Later, I'm heading out to the intersection of The Corner Cafe (just down the road apiece from Aldi's).. a bit past where are the regular beggars like me line up (usually they're at the entrance to Wally... this is the next light)... 

And the sign says you got to have a membership card to get inside.................. no damnit, that ain't it...................... the sign says 

"Forgot my quarter for Aldi's, can you help?"  (I know, I ain't gonna stack George's, but hey, mebbe they won't gimme mean stares.)

On a serious note........ I do get uncomfy at those intersections...  the deep stares into the car...   I'm torn between "Damnit Victor, throw a buck out, true, probably not a real need, but, ya just never know, maybe you would be helping"....  and, the other part of being torn, "HEY! I BE PO' TOO!"

But this blog is really about namedropping today.

Victor, I give up.  You are one messed up dude.

Eh, oh well, mebbe. Prolly.  Sticks and stones........ hurt.

George Brett and I went to different schools together.  That's my #1 namedrop.  What celebs have you seen in 'real life'?  When I worked for an airline........ Lucille Ball (you don't wanna know, she tweren't especially pleasing to work with).. Dom DeLuise...  he was FUN..... FUNNY.  Ferguson Jenkins....... BIG MAN. Wowzer.

I can jump in my car............. ok, you're right....... cripple my way to my car........ ease, grump, groan whilst I get in.  Drive, and in 20 minutes, go past Eric Stonestreet, Bobby Witt Jr, and, he done moved Whit Merrifield's old house.  Rumor afloat, Vinnie, as in Sasquach Pasquantino's house is being built, nearby his shortstop.

NAMEDROP NAMEDROP.

TAG. You're it. TELL US YOUR NAME DROP STORIES!

FOR LIBERTY EYES ONLY!   Huh?  Yeah.  July 21st, our 4th annual Liberty Townie Golf Invitational...  it's a prestigious (HA!) golf tourney I put on............ for.............. fun.  It's mostly guys who played in Billy Barne's Sunday Night beer softball league for 30, 40 years (beer, softball, prolly in that order).. or.. for those who worked, lived, went to school, in LIBERTY. It's by invite only (Hey, color us cliquish, we don't care.) Victor? Wouldn't that be "YOU don't care?"  Correct........... I don't care. Friends. It's for friends.   BUT TOO.. .we are raising money for Liberty's Shop With A Cop... kinda proud of that.  Last year we asked everyone for ten bucks... raised $640, not much, but HEY, helped some kids.

This year, we're yanking 20 bucks outta everyone's pocket... so..  with fitty or sixty of us, we hope to get $1200 - $1300 or so for, a Merrier Christmas for kids in our town.

Soooooooooooooooooooo...  you Liberty folks........ my goal is a seven minute speech about Liberty.......general crap...  year founded... them big buildings.. you know.. the Arsenal (it ain't there no more, was by the river, which, don't bend thru there any more.. No merde, they moved it, cut out the bend......... other big buildings..  The Liberty Ladies College (which, burnt down, now, the old High School stands there..   WJC College... Odd Fellows Home... The Courthouse........... WHEN, WHAT YEAR for each? I hopeta have answers.

Then, I'll try to Liberty name drop...... like..... Bob Barker took Navy pilot training at WJC during WWII...   Carry Nation, ironically, lived catacorner to The Corner Bar way back in the day.... Pavorotti and his voice graced our town (WJC)...  Reagan rode thru.. I dunno... prolly more...

And, no promises, but, I'm gonna try to get up to the Clay County Archives, peek thru old yearbooks, see if I can come up with pics of when the golf participants were actually young.  If I do, I might have to get my "Forgot my Quarter for Aldi's" sign out again 'case them critters charge 25 cents per copy... and, scroll to IB PO'.

That's all.

Glad, ain'tya?

Love, Victurd 

"Does he want anymore beans?"

This, this came from my beloved mother inlaw as I was indoctrinated into the family.  Her way, I think (hope) of officially welcoming, liking me.

As I awakened, and wiped, warshed, 'yesterday' from my face... thoughts raced (does anything really race when one is retired?).. .thoughts raced to Nothing.  Full. Relatives.

So, from the first sentence... "No thanks" (I'm full.  Didn't want nuthin more.  Relative. All three).

How are you and YOUR relatives?  Bright bright bright spots in our lives - and it's my hope you still have many still with us... that you communicate with good frequency.. there is something special, lifelong - about blood. (Inlaws too... in divorce, you NEVER lose your love for inlaws... just the legal relationship to.)

Full. Dunno where you live.....Storms, rain, wind, repeat repeat have made our creeks, rivers, lakes and ponds FULL.

Hail (Hail, the gang's all here), hail and more hail, got folks outta their easy chairs to clear out garages so they could keep the SUV from getting pelted.  There was a pic on Facebook of a car in a driveway (either the garage already had the max of cars in it, or, too lazy, too late to clean a spot for it) and it had a mattress cover AND two mattresses atop - no hail damage for it.

Nothing, is my usual daily retirement plan.  I'm pretty good at it. You?  Ya got any trips lined up?  I'd love to hear.  I've had buddies recently travel to London, Thailand/VietNam, Mehico, Jamaica-man, Vegas, Maui, yum to all. Me?  I'm lucky to make it to the Mall.  Am going to Field of Dreams sometime this Summer, that's a big'n for me.

Full.  Went to Sam's Club, cheapest gas in three counties..  watched, (gulp) with one hand over one eye as the dollars added up... lo and behold, the car infronta me, he was washing windshield, pump RAN OVER... precious 'gold' ($6 at least) spewed out before he could run, stop the pump.  Sucked.

Victor?  Is this the best you can do?

I know, what I thought to. So, I'll scoot.  You're correct.  I'm full of nothing and, that's relative to me bootscooting. 

Please, share any, all tidbits about beloved relatives..... specific gatherings you miss.. where, what town, who's house were they at?  Did you, do you have cousins close in age?  I think back to Christmas... grandparents, their 3 daughters, families, gathered, small living room (but perfect).. FULL... of love, presents, memories. Nothing to forget, and we don't.

Happy Saturday............. us retired folks getta go to bed tonight, awaken tomorrow.. anudder Saturday........ rinse, repeat.  This nothing life is quite full.

It's relative to a good life..........

Love, Victurd 

Here to there........

Life, kinda.... is like GPS any more.  Ya enter a "whereya goin'? point, and then ya gotta define/enter, your starting point.  (Initially, I placed my fingers on the keyboard HERE (incorrectly, one key off)... then, started typing about all that... and it didn't take long to realize my dayum fingers were not in the correct starting position and my typing looked like: kujwm jubs.. ua kujw,,, 

Which, translates to life, some of us have trouble with any, everything from the get go.

Every so often, I drive across the great State of Kansas  (said no one ever, sorry, that was to get Schwabby all grumpy, he's a transplanted Jayhawk.. .forgets his roots)... 

As I'm driving with the grandkid's house as the destination punched in... I have some "Well ahlll be dammmned" moments when the GPS lady with the sexy voice warns "There's debris in the road ahead."  Saved me  a fender or two by slowing down... then, it pops up "Still there?" You can input 'yes' or 'no'.

Same with cops.  "There are police ahead." I'm glad for that and don't slow down because we old people drive slow anyways. "Still there?"  I ain't a fan of driving fast so I always white lie "Yes" when they ain't there any more.

When my brain was exploring the blog possibilities of "Here to there" (skeery, I know) I Googled it too......... it brought up a board game, something along the line of "Even old people can play it."  My first thought was....  well you little piss ant...ya done think "it's over" for us don'tya? Then, I looked at the clock, realized it was prolly about time for whoever wrote that to get up and go to work... so, I farted, took a nap, had a bowl of cereal (sliced bananas atop)... THERE.  That's my Here to There today... touche' whippersnappers, I don't wish debris in the road for your commute.. but mebbe cops hidden on the side of the road.....

Here to there.  I believe most of us are 'in the camp' of......... had someone sat down beside us in our youth... and told us "Now this is exactly how your life is gonna go..." and they visualized an exact Xerox of how our lives here to there actually panned out.. we might retort "There's NO FRIGGIN' WAY!".........

Way. 

Age, I've noticed, rearranges "here to there."  Bedtime.  Movement (lack thereof). Our bods and wrinkles, which, have transended from baby fat wrinks, to taut, flatbelly six packs,  to belly dunlapped over, to grandma's hands (MISOGYNIST VICTOR!) NO, them's Bill Wither's words, not mine. Grandpa's hands be that way too!

I loooooooooooooooooooooove me some wrinkles. Hours, days, months, YEARS of outside play.  Wiffle ball.. recess... sports junk... pic-a-nics, work.. pleasure, gardening.. walks..   much, compliments of Sol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  and.........

Laughter, smiles.  We are dayum lucky........the more 'pictures', memories, moments, shared love, wunnerful stuff we accumulate day in, day out... we laugh MORE.. and smile MORE!  Thus, them wrinkles are like trophies of Here to there.

Lordy....  I seen me some pics of 'the 50th Reunion of Charlie's Angels'..  my, my my.  I know too, many men get Botox.. 'help'...   to me, that's kind of a sad "Here to there'....  Sure, looking in the mirror ain't as appealing as it usedta be, but, the lines, the wrinkles.. .represent a whole lotta love. good times... .yes, some sadness too... but, a tribute, to Here to There.  I vote, be proud. 

Here to there memories over the years..... yabba dabba Barney and Fred...  Wile E. Coyote.. the Roadrunner... Mighty Mouse..  Superman... Bo Jackson up the wall...  OJ's 'joy ride'... Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin.. Pong, Pac-Man, SANTA CLAUS!..   teeballers everywhere on their very first path to first base.. . Evel Knievel..  Captain Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger III...  the greatness of Tiger Woods on course driving, but, on road driving not so much... 

"Sarah, get me Helen Crump please" to, texting your buddy in Mehico.

At the risk of sounding like I'm preaching (I promise I ain't... if anything, I'm talking to myself)... as we age, oft times when we consider going Here to There we lean more and more to "Nah... I'll just stay home."  If we don't move, we die.

Where are you thinking about going next?

 Love, Victurd