Longing for Lasts


Hello, everyone. It’s been a while since my last blog post. Since I last posted, I have turned 50, which is good, I guess. Not sure many people are happy about turning fifty except those that never had that chance. For that reason, I am happy to have reached the 50 mark.

I have five classes left to finish off before I can finish my college degree that I started almost 30 years ago. These last five will not be easy. Being impatient like I am, I chose to cram those last five classes into two summer sessions that will conclude in August. I keep my fingers crossed for continued scholastic success.

As I have gotten older, I still strive for first, but really, really long for lasts. I have reminisced about old times more and more. I often have told my wife how nice it would be if you knew at the time that you would be doing something for the last time.  When I think of those types of things, my mind wanders.

Here are just some of the lasts I miss:

  • The last time I went fishing with my grandpa, who has been gone 18 years already
  • The last time I went fishing with my Dad, who now lives far away
  • The last time I weighed under 200 pounds
  • The last time to hear any new music from Michael Jackson, Queen, Nirvana, the Beatles, or Prince
  • The last time I strapped on a football helmet
  • The last time I rode a school bus to school
  • The last time I had hair to feather
  • The last time riding home in a victorious team bus from an away football game
  • The last time my Mom took me to the orthodontist, accompanied by lunch soon afterward
  • The last time I read my daughter a bedtime story
  • The last time I petted any of the numerous dogs in my life
  • The last day of being a teenager
  • The last day before becoming an adult
  • The last time sitting around a dinner table with my Mom, Dad, and siblings

This list could go on and on. Funny. The other day, I stumbled upon a song by Brad Paisley entitled, “Last Time for Everything”. I must say I am not a huge fan of the video, but love the song. Take a listen and let me know what you think.

Tick, Tick, Tick


When the calendar turns to April, I will be able to see my 50th birthday on the calendar page. As that joyous (yeah, right) occasion approaches, I feel my life is in turmoil, at least in my head.

I have so many things that I want to do, but not sure what the right thing to do is. I would love to buy a vacation/retirement home out west, but not sure how to go about it or where to start. I have read somewhere that says you should not buy a home like that without paying cash for it. Well, unless I am buying a dollhouse, that isn’t going to happen. I also read about how much you pay for your home to the bank in the interest over the life of your loan. They said it’s basically like you are buying three houses. One for you, and two for the bank after you pay them the interest. So, then I get thinking that we should put all available money toward our current house to pay that off as quickly as possible.

With retirement looming in just over 15 years, time is running out. Good decision making is critical.

My heart says go west young man. I know with all my being, I want to leave Indiana for the wild, wild west. I am tired of Indiana and it’s lack of anything interesting. If I live to be 85, I greatly look forward to being able to enjoy the beautiful scenery that the west affords.

Now if I can just figure out if we can afford it.

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Not Really My Kind of Town


I don’t travel much, especially not for work. Well, that changed last week when I got to spend the week in Chicago on the company dime.

On the way up, I thought about all the things I was going to do. I was going to eat pizza until I was full to the gills. I was going to visit the Adler Planetarium. I was going to find the Chicago Cubs team store.

Well … I literally did none of those things. Chicago had not experienced a measurable snow in January and February, but since I was making an appearance in the second city, the snow would make a return. I ended up leaving for Chicago a day earlier than I had planned so I could beat the winter burst, which I did by about an hour. Also, I HATE traffic, which Chicago is known for. I parked my car Sunday night and didn’t move it again until Friday afternoon.

Hunkered down, it was now time to turn my attention to the reason I was in Chicago … Continue reading