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| October 4, 2018

Number 266

Time of the Season

What's your name? Who's your daddy?

One year ago this week my life changed. Dramatically. It basically turned upside down or sideways or literally went south, and it, well, changed. Long story I’ve mentioned often because I’m still overwhelmed at the wonder of it all. Palm trees replaced maple trees; long commutes became hops, skips and jumps; cowboy boots gave way to flip flops…not always, but often. Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes, as one of my idols said – one who reveled in reinvention and the complete dismissal of advancing age. Bless him.

I’m sitting here listening to Time of the Seasons by the Zombies, right now, because A. Why wouldn’t you? And B. It’s Tuesday. And all that seems about right. And it’s making me think of a time and a place, and it’s 1969 and I’m a kid, barely born, but I have this brilliant notion to make a vest out of soda can pull tabs. TAB, ironically, was the soda, no doubt. TAB, which stood for Totally Artificial Beverage – a factoid I still get a huge kick out of. Especially since my diet back then consisted of TAB and WHIP’n’CHILL which was taken off the market because it was, in fact, air. But it tasted good. And with TAB, you had a fully balanced diet of nothing – kinda Zen if you think about it…or just Late-Sixties-Summer-of-Love Health-and-Beauty-Tips, because how else would you get into the hip-huggers with the one inch zipper? I ask you? 

But I digress. Back to the change, which is my big topic of the year, if not my life. 

So, here I am a year later and the Muse and I have met 100 people I can attach names to and in many cases call friend. 100. I counted. That’s amazing, right? I mean, truly. Because after, let’s say, high school, it’s easier to get struck by a random comet than it is to meet new people whose company you enjoy and they like you back, am I right?

Maybe it’s the humidity – it is hot down here. Everyone’s a little more relaxed or mellow. I could say “chill” but that would be illustratively wrong.

Or maybe it’s that I’m just that much more relaxed myself, because I’m quite comfortably becoming the person I think I was always meant to be – an appropriately inappropriate, pleased-to-meet-you, tell-me-everything-about-you, unable-to-edit, unapologetically positive, physically demanding, emotionally available, creatively curious beach bum. Nice.

So here’s to David Bowie and the Zombies and TAB and WHIP’N’CHILL and pull tab vests and nothing and everything and appropriately inappropriate behavior. And here’s to change….and very good moisturizer. 


Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.
– George Bernard Shaw

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