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And it is gonna be great.

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What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?
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Longevity ebbs and flows in my family. I remember my grandpa driving at 97, before he thought Uber was a better mode of transport. Well, maybe not Uber, but “Uncle”. Then there is my younger brother that just passed two years ago.

So it is what it is.

As far as I am concerned, for the purposes of today’s assignment, it comes down to being fully intentional about making the most of what you have been gifted.

Experience tells me that allocating the precious resources granted for this moment towards resentment, regret and retribution of the past is not what it is cracked up to be. Then, if you embark in advance of the here and now predicated on the approach of, “…that didn’t work, so I will cut this corner and use that short cut this time sround”, you pretty much added to an already sorrowful past.

The past is what it was. The future is what it may be. The present is just that, a present like Mr. Keane said a few days ago. That being said, I have no clue as to what living a long life is to me. If I can make the most out of every hour of every day going forward, then that will elongate my stay here.

When it comes time to give my notice, my only desire is that I can rest in peace knowing I gave it my everything. We are all gifted this position here on earth. Toiling in the dirt and debris of the past or buzzing about in the ether of the future would make me a worm or a fly. Nothing against them, but I like to think my focus needs to be on living life, not looking for feces.

So perhaps my longevity ends up somewhere between my grandpa and my brother. So be it.

Whatever the case, I have a lot to do today.

And it is gonna be great.

Have a wonder-full ’26!!!

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What makes you feel nostalgic?
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When I come across these assignments, I tend to look up the origin of words. Just because. I think it is part of my creative process. A venture that has grown to its own level of prominence of late. To learn where it came from, how it was first used and what it became over time connects myriad dots and thoughts. My ever evolving creative process.

So on my way to that, I see that it rhymes with “myalgia”. Pain in one or more muscles. May sound odd, but some of the memories that arrive under the guise of nostalgia, are evident in the pain that seems to remain to this day. Not so much about regret. More so a feel good variety, that takes one back to some stellar moments.

Delving ever deeper, nostalgia was born of the Greek word, “nostos” meaning to return home, and, “algos”, or pain. Returning home to pain. I guess that is one way to look at it. But in this instance, not what this is going to be about. But I digress….

“Nostalgic” can be taken from a half full or half empty perepective. Similar to “reolution” this time of year. Wait, this time last year, because those would have been completed by now. Right? Right. But for what ever reason, my sense is that nostalgia seems focused on what has passed and is now gone, just like resolution is tied to what is not yet to be yet expected to take place all the same. Neither of which seem to have any connection to the present. A sad state of affairs.

If I look back on those nostalgic moments, yes, I can relive the joy that I felt at the time, being a part of our connected to an event or a time that has become a part of my very being. And yet, what is to say that those instances cannot be recreated and re-expereinced again? And again? And then, again? There is nothing that states they are reserved for that one hour, on that day, in that year, when Jupiter was in collusion with Saturn and Io was being shy and hiding because Orion had him in his sights. What was it about those times that can be remade now so that you no longer return home to pain, but recreate the sustaining sustenance of pure joy?

Maybe that is where resolve becomes part of the equation. Not the noun, the end game when we celebrate almost making it happen in ’26 but “honestly” adding it to the to do/bucket list of ’27. But the verb, to act in a committed and intentional manner so as to make the most of each and every moment from this point forward. Just imagine the nostalgia that can be made and added to the collection. Not just to be kept packed away with the LP’s, 8-tracks, cassettes and CD’s in the basement storage area. But literally moments that can captured daily on bluetooth. Played everywhere and at anytime.

So yes, I feel nostalgic about some of the times in my life. I talk to my small circle of friends, not often enough. I spark accomplishment and achievement in others, then witness their joy when the planets and constellations align. Connecting the dots between similar moments in my existence and theirs. Recreating them so to speak, re-experiencing the joy of those wonderful and wonder-full moments.

So let’s just say this. It can be a return home to something other than pain. But only if you resolve to stay right where you are and live as you were meant. Nothing but peace, serenity and true joy resides there.

Have a wonder-full ’26!!!

Mission accomplished.

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What is your all time favorite automobile?
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I think my response will be guided by the times I remember being in and around each auto.

Growing up, I recall a Nash Rambler in the garage. I do not recall any of the specifics of that, perhaps it was primarily used on grocery runs and whatnot around town.

Sometime thereafter, I seem to recall my dad getting a ’65 Mustang. I think the receipt is somewhere in a bin, downstairs. New off the lot, for about $2500. Sheesh. My mom had one of those Ford stationwagons with the paneled sides, and a seat for us urchins facing backwards. That took us to practices, on many trips to Gramps and Gram, West and South, as well as the vacations to go fishing in the UP. I think when I first started to drive, I used her car to tool around, listening to the “Loop” and XRT on the FM converter.

Once highschool hit, we tended to travel via the “Moe-Mobile”, a Plymouth Fury, I think, the size of a yacht. All of us scoundrels fit perfectly within it. We defined death and destruction in that car, perfecting a ride we named “Weeeee!”, where we sped down a hilly road, turned off the lights and hit our noggins on the roof each descent.

One summer, four of us drove straight through to Hilton Head, in a hatch-back Vega, leaking oil, overcome by B.O. and Frito feet. Yikes.

The following year, somehow, we were granted permission to use the Moe Mobile 2.0. Larger capacity for the four of us, FM stereo, and air conditioning. B.O. is still the same aroma, hot or cold.

But the coolest one ever was the summer my linemate had access to a ’76 Eldorado convertible through his dad’s work. White with red interior. Front wheel drive, three across the front seat and at least four in the back. The top never went up and we never used the doors. It was jump in, start ‘er up and go, with Ted Nugent or Blue Oyster Cult blaring at 11.

Today, I just need wheels.

Then, it was just about making some great memories.

Mission accomplished.