You can be Captain America, too…

When it comes down to it, I think this vibe in a character is the one that’s needed most in real life:

“This sounds silly, but you like the way you feel about yourself. You like the way you look at things when you really are doing things for the right reasons. No ego, completely selfless. It’s a great way to be. I’ve really grown into the guy.”

- Chris Evans via ‘Avengers’ Uses Captain America As Point-Of-View Character, Says Joss Whedon.

That it’s in a great film franchise that’s part of a bigger overarching, encouraging, challenging story just makes it that much more rich, doesn’t it?

Thank You.

Thank you…

… for listening to me rant, try to get my point across, serve my own ego online or IRL.

… for giving me good examples of how to be a decent human being.

… for loving me in spite of all the unlovable bits.

… for laughing at my bad jokes (I knew the good ones were funny, but these… sheesh).

… for feeling the freedom to be yourself around me.

… for being there when I needed to _____.

… for letting me be there for you there when you needed to _____.

… for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness together.

… for letting me post something so vague, yet so heartfelt on this Thanksgiving Day.

If there’s any question – yes, thank you for all of the above and more.

Rough, Lovable Monday

I’m a fan of Monday – my Sunday afternoons, I prepare for the week ahead mentally and emotionally so I can hit the ground running the next morning. But I totally understand Monday angst. Nay, I was once a hardcore participant in Monday’s whininess. So here’s some thoughts from a few weeks ago, a Monday that didn’t play nice:

Had a rough day yesterday. Over the past year or so, I’ve become a fan of Mondays. I used to dread having to go back to work, get into the daily grind – but I’ve learned that Monday is really just a starting point like any other starting point and that what I make of it is entirely up to me.

That might have been true yesterday as well, but I didn’t see it. From the beginning with my driver-side window sticking to my PC boot-up that went offensively awry, it was downhill mentally. I had no juice, no gumption to get anything productive done. I wanted the “Home” button on my PC to do just that – one click to take me Home. But there was no do-over available.

After work, I was stuck in traffic – heading through town to try to make my Jury Duty assignment at 5:30pm. That’s right: Jury Duty AFTER WORK on a Monday. See what I mean about this being out of my control? I ended up about five minutes late – which was okay, arriving just in time to answer, “Is there anyone arriving late who has not been checked off?” The only upside was that with a handful of DUI cases to seat juries for, the judge wasn’t able to field enough jurors so we were all dismissed an hour later. An hour sitting on a pew in a courtroom: one of the HIGHLIGHTS of this particular Monday.


  • New iPhone 4 as soon as it’s available
  • iPad, but honestly, for purely business-related functions
  • An evening away with my wife, no kids, a hotel suite – did I mention no kids? – and complimentary breakfast
  • A film festival in #FamouslyHot Columbia, SC for Hitchcock releases in theaters around town
  • A Gamecock championship in the NCAA Baseball tournament
  • A new Mini Cooper, but this can wait awhile ’til it’s really “needed” (read: new driver in the house)
  • Geeky office accessories
  • A palmetto pecan latte’ – about right now, from Jamestown Coffee Co. – do they deliver?

got tools?

It’s Friday morning and we had a problem first thing with the Internet connection from the wifi router. Enter Daddy Man, able to (mostly) save the day. But as I was tweaking and unplugging, plugging and untweaking, my right lens popped out of my glasses.

“Oh no, I shot my eye out.” – Ralphie

I looked and there it was on my ample tummy. My glasses were otherwise intact, screws and all. Overtime the right lens screw had parted ways with its friend Mr. Frame far enough to drop Mrs. Lens … well, you get the picture.

My Dad says you can do anything if you’ve got the right tools. I’ll add being able to find those tools and then know how to use them. It’s the same for doctors, lawyers, loggers, DJs, chefs, cowboys, baristas (some of my heroes have always been baristas) – have tools, find tools, use tools.

I went to the kitchen for a butter knife to screw in the tiny tiny screw. Too big. My finger nail was the right size, but the finger it’s attached to is way too large for this task. Then I remembered that I have, can find, and know how to use the previously forgotten optical screwdriver in my handy dandy backpack.

Tool found. Tool used. Glasses intact. Tool put back in backpack for the next time I’m an idiot with a screwdriving kitchen knife.


  • I don't blog so much anymore. Maybe I've run out of things to say? Naah, that's not it. I Twitter too much probably, but it's only in 140-character-at-a-time bites.
  • I'm watching the History Channel documentaries on WW2 and D-day today. It's amazing to me how many folks were united against a common cause, laid it all down, some losing life and limb. "Our side" won, and maybe that clouds the gravity of what was done in the name of freedom. If "we" had lost, would their lives have meant any less? I don't think so.
  • Trace and I mowed and cleaned up in the front yard this morning before the humidity moved in. Or so I thought, until I came in to wipe the river off my face. I sweat a little when it's warm out.
  • I lost twenty pounds over the last three months. I said, "There's still a long way to go" – doctor said, "At least you didn't gain that twenty". Touche', doc. Touche'.
  • Maybe my blogging time has taken a hit not for a lack of something to say, but a lack of time to put together a coherently together chunk of something worth writing down. Like this post, for example.
  • GriddleI think I'm going to try pork chops on the griddle this evening. We've done lots of pancakes and breakfast foods, and one night with steak-um sandwiches that turned out pretty good. Pork chops will be the first time I've made a real entree, I think.
  • Facebook is one of those places where I can feel old, but feel good about it with all the new reconnections with folks equally old and memorable.
  • I think my blogging has also taken a dip because, honestly, I might not need it as much as before. It's always been an outlet for me to get off my chest what needs to get off my chest. I've never really written for an audience, but it's been more about my own exercise in self-preservation than anything. If this hypothesis is true, then either I've worked through it all, or I've gotten over myself…. Naah, that's not it.
  • Vicki and Cam have been at ice skating this morning, coming home soon after running some errands. It's good and quiet here with just me and the boy. But I miss the girls.
  • One more thought on my lack of blogging: I'm more concerned with how any "message" I might have is going out once it leaves my hand/mouth/pen/keyboard. It's difficult to explain in black and white pixelated text how I've changed, what I'm thinking, what I hold to be good and true. So I hope I'm more open to that coffee and dessert that you want to share, more open to a conversation at the table than a diatribe on the web.