I reminded today of how life changes, how we become the people we are. One night about 3 years ago, shortly after I moved to Denver, I found my self in the flow of traffic during evening rush hour...gripping the steering wheel and trying to remain in my lane and look for something, anything that I recognized to get me back to my new home. I made it. Today, I got in the jeep and headed back to that very spot to the weekly farmer's market, changing lanes, making turns like I knew exactly where I was going...and I did know. Growing up for most of my early childhood in a town that only had one stoplight, which only operated when the volunteer fire department got dispatched, to mastering 2 lane interstates, I never thought I would find myself maneuvering through 4 lanes of traffic with the confidence of a NASCAR driver. It's sort of a metaphor for life. Life is about getting on an unfamiliar road, driving straight into the unknown, but knowing that there are all sorts of landmarks along the way that remind you where you are, and where you're going.
I think what I realized is that I get tired of the same path, there are millions of other roads, there is even the ability to make your own new path. I'm working on it. Stay tuned.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I'm really not a hater....
I sometimes think that I'm an grumpy old man trapped in what is becoming a slightly middle aged body. I hate to complain about the same things all the time, but I pray that my constant begging will allow people to wake up and hear what I'm saying. The summer travel season is in full swing and to those of us who live in hotels for the most part, I'd like to mention a few matters of what I would refer to as common sense, but again, I've been wrong before.
Parents...the tiny breakfast room in most hotels is not the time to let your children "test their independence". This is not the time to let them make their own waffle or pour their own milk. It's one of those "get in and get out" situations, fast like a well oiled machine.
There is never an appropriate time to wear patterned flannel pants anywhere in public, unless your 3 years old, and then most of the general public will overlook it. This is a big one for me people, unless we stop it, it could become the norm and I will be forced to stay locked up in my apartment like Sigourney Weaver in Copy Cat. I know when you're putting those pants on that you think they will make you look "perky and cute"...not the case. I had the misfortune last week of driving down a street, in the evening no less, to see a rather large girl wearing plaid flannel pants and a t shirt at least 2 sizes too big....I'm sure she thought "perky and cute" when she picked out that ensemble. "Lazy and ridiculous" those are the 2 words that came to mind for me. I just want people to take a little pride in themselves, and please for the love of God don't throw the old "maybe that's all they can afford" story at me...there is no excuse.
Back to the hotel...don't wear those pants to the breakfast room...nothing makes me lose my appetite for a cold hard boiled egg and orange juice that gets thicker the closer you get to the bottom of the glass faster, than an extra large "hello kitty" staring me in the face.
Just one more quick reminder...hotel walls are not soundproof...in fact in a lot of cases, they are probably thinner than the walls in your house...keep that in mind...I'm just sayin.
Safe travels!
Parents...the tiny breakfast room in most hotels is not the time to let your children "test their independence". This is not the time to let them make their own waffle or pour their own milk. It's one of those "get in and get out" situations, fast like a well oiled machine.
There is never an appropriate time to wear patterned flannel pants anywhere in public, unless your 3 years old, and then most of the general public will overlook it. This is a big one for me people, unless we stop it, it could become the norm and I will be forced to stay locked up in my apartment like Sigourney Weaver in Copy Cat. I know when you're putting those pants on that you think they will make you look "perky and cute"...not the case. I had the misfortune last week of driving down a street, in the evening no less, to see a rather large girl wearing plaid flannel pants and a t shirt at least 2 sizes too big....I'm sure she thought "perky and cute" when she picked out that ensemble. "Lazy and ridiculous" those are the 2 words that came to mind for me. I just want people to take a little pride in themselves, and please for the love of God don't throw the old "maybe that's all they can afford" story at me...there is no excuse.
Back to the hotel...don't wear those pants to the breakfast room...nothing makes me lose my appetite for a cold hard boiled egg and orange juice that gets thicker the closer you get to the bottom of the glass faster, than an extra large "hello kitty" staring me in the face.
Just one more quick reminder...hotel walls are not soundproof...in fact in a lot of cases, they are probably thinner than the walls in your house...keep that in mind...I'm just sayin.
Safe travels!
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