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To my kids… just do your best, the rest will fall into place

Sunday, October 7th, 2012

From Coach Ernie on Saturday “Andrew hit three great shots today…in the outfield. Listened very well….great kid”

To my son Andrew – I am so sorry I missed your great clinic workout as I was out fundraising that day at Celebrate Wallingford for the Fireworks Fund but I wanted to let you know, publicly, that I am so proud that you tried hard and did your best. It could have been just one hit – when it is your personal best that is all that maters.

Great work son! Keep doing what you’re doing and have fun.

Remember the only things I expect from you and your siblings is to do the right things, try hard, and be good.

Andrew from spring baseball

Out of the mouths of my kids…

Saturday, September 22nd, 2012

This was originally a status update that I posted over on Facebook. I figure that over time I am going to lose it in my timeline so I decided to post it on my blog so I’ll be able to find it with a quick search.

 

Angela asked me to take her to Catechism and I said “sure”. Then she asked if we could walk there like last week. I replied “sure but it’s a little over a mile and a half and we have to leave earlier and it takes more time but I can if you want.” (Adam overheard and decided he wanted to come along too).

So then I asked – “why do you want to walk?”

And she replied “I know you like to walk to exercise and I like to go with you because it takes long.”

I didn’t understand the comment so when I asked “why do you like that it takes longer” she replied “because I get to spend a longer time with you.”

I love my kids – they make so much sense.

There ought to be a law that requires only kids’ logic be applied to address all adult matters – the world would be so much better for it.

Why Karma is applicable and relevant at least for this week

Thursday, September 13th, 2012

I’m not usually a heavy believer in Karma or “what comes around, goes around” as I’ve seen too many good deeds gone unnoticed and too many atrocities gone unpunished.

Having said that and realizing my situation in very small with respect to all things in the universe I wanted to mention that Karma served me justice this week.

Tuesday morning (September 11) I had to head into work abnormally early for me. I was heading out on the 4:11AM train as I needed to leave work early as I had a Town Council meeting that night.

As I approached Union Station a few minutes before 4AM I saw a guy in a baseball cap standing near the entrance. He was probably in his early 20s and a little taller than me dressed in cargo shorts a polo shirt and a baseball cap.  He was trying to talk to the guy walking past him at the time and I just presumed at that point he was pan-handling.

As a rule I never give cash to people that pan-handle (unless they have a really creative sign like the guy that made no bones about needing cigarettes and beer – his cup got my dollar); generally it’s never the truth. I don’t know how many “broke and hungry” signs I’ve seen where I’ve said “come on in [THIS SHOP] and I’ll buy you a sandwich” where the response is “could I just have some spare change – it’s all I need.” Turns me right off and I walk away.

Anyway, I was figuring I’d have to dodge the guy heading into the station for my train. As I got into ear shot (and you have to catch me just right because I am 100% deaf in my right ear) I hear him say “stuck” “no money” “Stamford” and “sleep.”

And I stopped.

“Can you help me; I was on the train coming back from New York on the last train. I was out with friends and my stop was Stamford but I was asleep and missed the station and woke up here. I have no cash to get back to Stamford.”

I’ve done that before myself (eons ago when I commuted to Stamford and parked in Bridgeport); fallen asleep right through my station. The thing is, this guy got off the arriving 3:02 or the 3:56 and there was no turnaround train and he claimed he had no cash.

“You need a ticket to Stamford” I asked.

“Yes” he replied.

“Come inside with me and I’ll buy you a one way ticket.”

I walked inside and the kid followed me; I bought the $6.50 fare, shook his hand and he thanked me and took the ticket.

I didn’t watch him follow me down to track 8; I have no idea if he got on the train or if he waited outside for someone to sell the ticket to for $4.00 or something. I didn’t care – I did my thing and kept going. Thinking I solved a problem for someone who honestly had one is what allows me to do it again someday and not feel like I got taken for a ride.

This morning (Thursday September 13) I decided to hop off the 5:39AM train that arrives in Harlem at 125th street at 7AM and walk to work from there.  It just about a 4 mile walk one way and I try to do it a couple times a week.

When I got over to 3rd and down to 117th street I decided to stop at the McDonald’s http://www.mcnewyork.com/4825/ and get breakfast. As I stood in line behind another gentleman who was wrapping up his order he turned to me and asked “are you getting food for breakfast” to which I replied “yes”.

He then asked “what are you having”? I answered the two for $3.00 Sausage Mcmuffin and egg breakfast deal.

And with that and for no reason whatsoever he bought me my meal.

I thanked him, shook his hand and went about the rest of my walk to work.

For those that say nothing good ever happens in Harlem I say “you’re consistently looking in the “bad” places”.  I am certain Harlem is never going to win any “nicest neighborhood” awards but it isn’t ALL bad ALL the time.

Karma was at work this week at least for me and I was caught nicely in the updraft.

Of Friends and Facebook

Sunday, August 5th, 2012

A while ago I engaged in a conversation with some people in technology regarding having friends via Facebook. The conversation was basically “do people really have 500+ friends or are they just trying to outdo others”.

While listening to some of the points and adding a few of my own I thought about my own friend list. People I work with. People I’ve worked with in the past. People I met at technical seminars and never saw again. People I went to high school with, some of who I see once in a while, and others I have seen less than five hours in total in the past 25 years and yet they still live in Wallingford.

The thought of all this crossed my mind today when I learned an old friend had died. His sister had posted his passing on Facebook. Were it not for that I might not have ever found out since he lives out of state. If nothing gets posted to the Record Journal obituaries and if I were not on Facebook I might not have ever known.

A couple of truths here – I last saw Elis at the 20th year reunion five years ago, but as it was back in high school, once in a while we engaged in a conversation. Now of course it was some wall posting / private messaging via Facebook but it was just as it was in high school – nice, passive conversations for the topic of the day. It was like the friendship we had back then hadn’t changed and picked right up where we left off; it was important to both of us to stay in touch, passively, and that is what we did. I am glad that we had a little chance to keep caught up via Facebook otherwise the 20th reunion would have been my last conversations with him.

Another truth is I had only recently made the friend request to Noreen (Elis’ sister) about two weeks ago when I spotted her page. I had thought about it and the whole “do people really have 500+ friends or are they just trying to outdo others” conversation as I was friendly with Noreen in high school but I mainly knew her from knowing Elis and I hadn’t seen her in 25 years. I decided to fall back to my old motto “I knew [PERSON], if I make the request and they accept that’s good enough for me” so I requested and she accepted.  I am now glad I did.

So why is it we let so many of these friendships fall to the side and become regulated to “Facebook status updates?”

Well, I guess when you think about it, that’s all life really is.

When you work with people, you may chit chat about what is going on and what their or your kids are doing during coffee breaks, but most of us are not going to too many friend picnics from work. One or two perhaps but you might call many more friends and / or colleagues anyway.

Back in high school you have your daily friends you hung around with but I was on friendly, regular, speaking terms with most of my classmates and many of my old elementary school friends that were at Lyman Hall at the time. (Some of them are Facebook friends and I haven’t seen them in 35 years). When I do see them in real life, I almost immediately strike up a conversation that could last days when we might only have minutes to spare that day. It doesn’t make the conversation or the desire to reconnect any less important that we must hurry on our way; sometimes there are only so many hours in a day.

So we turn to Facebook. Facebook status updates are blanket, bulletin board, type chit chat of what’s going on (and yes sometimes it is mundane) for all to see when and if they stop by your page. But they are there and they are seen.

When I was growing up we used to leave a note on the kitchen table if no one was around to let people know where we were in case of an emergency (since I lived in the harsh, pre-cell phone world of record albums and VCRs). I often have called Facebook the big kitchen table of the internet where I could stop by to see what folks were doing.

I had maybe a dozen good friends in high school. The “help you bury a body / no questions asked” type of friends. I had four that I hung out with basically daily.

Life, and certain decisions, put you on different paths. Everyone owns a certain amount of “the blame” of not getting together, some more than others (in my cases I personally own the lion share) but some things are simply beyond anyone’s control. You have lifestyles that are different. Some people settled down and had kids early, others did not. Some still don’t. Some married. Some didn’t. They work cross town and you work far away. Some moved away. And so on.

But on Facebook I get to keep caught up. Tony’s new adventures in Florida or Sean’s latest hunting and fishing expedition where I might not be able to otherwise. Our parents used the telephone and I am sure that practice rankled our grandparents. I can hear my grandmother now: “Telephone. Hurmph!  In my day, when I wanted to have a conversation with Mrs. Smith I walked over to her house and she would ask me in for coffee; this whole telephone thing is so impersonal.”

The internet is called “the World Wide Web” for a reason; it allows us to keep these threads attached between one another where life would otherwise maintain such a massive distance between us. We are probably closer to each other, albeit through simple status updates and postings to our Facebook walls, than any generation before us. I really do appreciate having “just that” if it is all I get to have.

So some may favor a phone call or a personal visit; I would if I had the time but I have so much on my plate. In favor of not losing touch entirely I default to something that may seem somewhat impersonal like status updates on my Facebook page. I am glad to have them lest I have nothing at all to keep me connected to all the people that touched my life in good ways and some not so good, but all shaped me to who I am today and who I will become tomorrow.

I was asked recently, on Facebook, if we were planning a 25th year reunion for Sheehan’s class of 87 by a number of old friends so I let them know I would find out. No one from the 20th year committee, up to that point, had given it much thought. With that email to them it was now on the radar and it will happen this November.

I wasn’t going to attend for some personal reasons. I was going to help with whatever the committee needed but I was going to decline my invitation. I am going to think about that a little more now.

I appreciate the ability to keep in touch with so many friends, new and old, far and wide, from something as simple as a status update on Facebook and by reading theirs.

So to all my Facebook friends: I requested a connection or accepted yours because I wanted to keep in touch over the long distances, different life choices and turning point decisions, and across the misunderstandings and the long gaps of absence.

Thank you for keeping in touch with me through your status updates and I hope I am able to keep you up to date with what is going on with me and my kids through my own updates as well.

All 728 of you (and all the others to come) I do really have 500+ friends and I am glad to call you one of them.

Sides rally on Massachusetts swearing code (I’d be so “fined”).

Tuesday, June 26th, 2012

MIDDLEBOROUGH, Mass.— Several dozen people have held a profanity laced rally to protest a Massachusetts town’s bylaw allowing police to hand out $20 tickets for public swearing.

Some people shouted curse words while others carried profane posters supporting free speech at Monday’s rally in the rain on the Middleborough Town Hall lawn. People who support the bylaw also showed up.

The protest rally was organized by Adam Kokesh, a libertarian who publishes podcasts online from a Virginia studio.

He says police can “steal from you if they don’t like what’s coming out of your mouth.”

But police won’t be issuing any tickets until the state attorney general determines if the bylaw making public cursing a civil offense is constitutional. The bylaw was passed overwhelmingly two weeks ago at a town meeting.

Public swearing was a crime under a seldom-enforced 1968 bylaw.

New things for my oldest blog.

Saturday, April 14th, 2012

So this is my very first blog. I started it over on Spaces on the Microsoft’s LIVE site probably back in 2006 or 2007 (I can’t remember entirely if that is correct but it sounds it).

Since then I started a technology centric blog (which, like this one, has also become neglected) and three Wallingford local ones – mainly dealing with local politics and the Wallingford Fireworks Fund.

But I’ve decided, as part of my effort to live a more positive life, to start posting thoughts, messages and other inspirational musings. Many will be internet re-posts but when certain creativity sparks it will be something original.

I am doing this because as strong as a person as I am, life is starting to wear me down. I know I am better than to be beat or broken by it but I forget sometimes so I will write a little to remind myself to pick myself up and I’ll do that by re-reading what I have written when I am down to remember how strong I really am.

If while I am doing that I can lift someone else up, so much the better.

I am worth the time and effort and I deserve to be happy or at least content.

You are worth it too and deserve just as much.