Retired: Write for "The Kids Someday"
THE FINDS⏳ "Grab-or it's-Gone" ~ Such a Deal ~
HOLD ON – Remember When – Twin Lucky-Lar and I couldn't get enough of our '56 Chevy Station Wagon. Memorable distinctive auto-personality-features back then! 'Wagons' the 50's precursor to the current crop of the Newbie’s SUVs that I can't tell the difference from one or the other without their 'Brand-Badge' boldly shown! And, way before German or Japanese cars ruled the planet.
THE HITMEN ~ Very-Very Slow Pitch Softball ~ Our team was a mishmash-mix of regular guys from the ‘hood, biz and, of course, the poker-group-boys! Some of the Hitmen are not with us anymore. But, it’s fun to recall such a special time. A simpler, goof-off time! Lucky-Lar, my twin. Terry Brenner, college roommate. We’ve all had 'I knew you when' type chums!
ENCOUNTERS — Coulda Fooled Me — As a professional 'Schlepper' (Salesman) who Moves his Products as Mom's Schlep the Kids. As a Salesman, it was always essential to first 'observe' (evaluate) how best to approach a prospect—this, obviously, has carried into my personal 'encounters'.
CAREER CHOICES – What would you like to be...and WHY? – Those working in fields with their degree majors, or even minors, can be a rarity these days. Many are hired just because they have a General-Liberal Arts diploma, thus displaying a higher learning level. Of late, most large companies prefer to focus at in-house training for their programs. Regardless, there is an ever decreasing need for related career choices, having nothing to do with their 'pre-set-goals'.
THE HAND DEALT
THE HAND DEALT — Poker-Tale-TELLS — We all have kitchen table poker card game stories. The Monday Night Poker Group was no different. We were all about constant 'Table-Talk-Goofs' and not so much about money; mostly about friendly camaraderie. Although, Twin-Lucky-Lar, recently shared with me (as if I didn’t know this) “I wasn’t always Mr. Money Bags, I would use my Monday night winnings to pay for lunch the next day!” Ironically, some of the guys were rich, and those players seemed to be more conservative in their betting than we poor guys – go figure?
AT THE PARK
– Cultural Exchange – As I sat in my car at the park reading 'James Patterson' enjoying the three-dimensional golden fall, with gorgeous horses passing by, an incredible looking car pulled-up next to me. It was a completely stock 60's Pontiac. I mean you could 'Hate-Driving' and still appreciate that this car was pristine – down to its original hubcaps and thinly lined white-wall tires.