I had a choice about what to blog about tonight. Either the impending stress load known as Valentine's Day tomorrow, or a more lighthearted subject, namely getting old.
I am personally not a big fan of Valentine's Day as I think it puts so much unnecessary stress on a relationship, of any stage. Rather than pull the petals off of a flower for those who might think tomorrow is the ultimate way to show love I will go with option two of the blog.
I am going to turn forty this year. That's right the Big 4-0 is barreling down on me like a freight train. In 262 days I will no longer be seen as a young man, at least not by anyone under 70. Sure I have a very youthful appearance, I am routinely mistaken for being ten years younger than I am. However that does not change the fact that the hands of time are moving forward never to stop until the end.
When I was on the verge of turning thirty I had only very slight heart palpitations at the thought of no longer being a twenty-something. It was not a big deal since I was not even half way to being a senior citizen. Now? Now I am ten years from AARP. It's scary when I actually sit down and look at it and look at where I am and where my 18-year old self thought I'd be at forty. Granted there is still nearly nine months until I cross that line but it is doubtful that some sort of earth shattering event will happen between now and then. That is not to say things aren't continuing to trend in a good direction, it is just that it's a slower, more organic climb rather than a rocket.
I look around at the vast majority of my friends, they are all married, many with children, many owning their own homes. I have none of those things as of this moment. It does not mean I do not want them, it just means the right opportunities have not arisen yet. That sounds good.
Does this mean that I am not where I should be, or where I am meant to be?
I would love for some folks forty and above to share where they were at that age. Whether they felt they were right where they wanted to be, or if they felt that they were still getting their lives together.
I feel I am still getting things put together. Some days I am frustrated by this, other days I have more patience and tell myself that all things come in time.
Where do you fall on this? Is forty the new thirty? Is age just a number and you're only as old as you feel? Or are the little creaks and cracks I am starting to feel the beginning of the end of my warranty?
Okay enough of the seriousness, here is a photo I took at West Bay in Osterville this week. It was cold but just a reminder that there are only 35 days until spring!
This blog is a collection of random, sometimes mundane, yet often wacky events that happen to me regularly. I have said many times that my life is like a Seinfeld episode and these blogs prove it. This blog began as Initial Impressions in 2010 and underwent various changes before returning to its roots in early 2024.
Monday, February 13, 2017
Hurtling Toward Forty
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Saturday, August 16, 2014
The Next Challenge
I became a
runner in 2011, ran a race after 6 weeks, ran a marathon a year and a half
later. I got my first book deal in 2012,
got in the newspaper, magazines, television, got a 2nd book deal in 2013. I have wanted and I have gotten. I have taken on challenges and I have
succeeded. Now as I sit here at the end
of the Summer of 2014 I find myself restless, listless and without
motivation. I am in need of some sort of
new challenge, a new goal. I want to get
into the best shape of my life by the time my birthday rolls around. How do I do that? No miracle pills, just hard work and
sacrifice. That means giving up things I
love for the greater good.
Tonight I literally indulged in all
of my food and drink vices this afternoon as a sort of last hurrah. Chinese food, 5-Hour Energy, fried chicken,
vodka, yup I had it all and now that’s it.
My goal, my challenge like I said is to give all of these up at least
until my birthday November 2nd.
Out? Alcohol, caffeine, bad foods, probably other
things I’m not thinking of.
In?
Healthier foods, getting up earlier, hitting the gym 6 days a week. No, I’m not training for any sort of
competition per se, this is more for myself in general, a test of my will
power. I think that 10 weeks of living
basically ‘straight edge’ can only be good for me as I approach Age 37. I am certain that this is not going to be
easy. I love my coffee, my 5-Hour
Energy, my stimulant-filled pre-workout drinks, but these have got to go for
the time being. I need to see just how I
function without them. Except for very
brief attempts I have lived on high doses of caffeine and stimulants since Age
21.
I don’t
know how far I can go with this.
Although making it public increases my own accountability. I will do my best to keep people who care
posted about how this process goes but it is going to be a lot of careful
research about what I can eat that’s good for me, something that I am not an
expert on. Running was the way I
initially dropped 40 pounds in 2011-12, my diet did not change in any extreme
sort of way. I am thinking that maybe if
I add the diet to my workouts I can get that ‘magazine cover’ body I have been
close to at times.
Tomorrow is
Day 1, my birthday on November 2nd would be Day 77. So let me sleep on it and get started in the
morning.
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Thursday, June 19, 2014
Sandwich Heritage Day Book Signing
I was
privileged to be stationed at the author table put up by Vicki Titcomb and
Titcomb’s Books. I came in as part of
the second wave of authors at 2:30.
Ironically the author’s seat I took over when I arrived was that of Jim
Coogan, my high school history teacher and author himself. He helped build my love of history back then
and I was finally able to tell him so.
One of the other authors I signed with, Shirley
Pieters Vogel, author of Faith,
Favorites, Fun, and Fotos of Cape Cod, was extremely nice and I really
enjoyed speaking with her.
My sister Ashley and I |
The
celebrity guest judges for the cupcake contest included Maury Povich and Connie
Chung among others. They arrived in an old
green school bus and immediately began meeting and greeting. I am not going to lie I held a copy of my
book In My Footsteps: A Cape Cod Travel
Guide in my right hand and waited for the celebrity couple to head for the
tents. I shook their hands and mentioned
that I was going to be Connie was interested in the book although Maury
claimed he ‘forgot his wallet at home.’
She said they’d check me out after the cupcake contest was over.
signing my book over underneath the second tent.
Not wanting
to risk it I signed my book for them figuring I’d give it to them if they didn’t
want to pay. After the contest I made my
way over with the book and overheard Connie tell Maury that she needed to come
and ‘get the book.’ I ran back and they
bought my book and I was able to get a photo with them and the book. It was a great moment.
After that
the attention shifted away from the tents This
ended our time at Sandwich Heritage Day.
My sister and I helped Vicki load her car back up before watching a few
minutes of the baseball game. Each and
every event I am a part of is special; it is not everyone who gets to do
something they love. I truly enjoyed
Sandwich Heritage Day, working with Titcomb’s, and meeting Maury Povich and
Connie Chung. I will not soon forget it.
Standing with Maury Povich, Connie Chung, and my book. |
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Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Kurt Cobain & Nirvana 20 Years Later
20 years is a long time by any stretch of the imagination. I am finding it difficult to fathom that it has been 20 years since Kurt Cobain died. He was the man, well, part of the band Nirvana, which influenced the direction of my life more than anyone. I am a writer today because of him. It’s been 20 years, I still remember like it was yesterday. Forgive me if this all comes out in a rambling haphazard way, I do not like to write blogs like this in a structured way. I like it to be free flowing from my mind to the screen with little if any editing.
Before I
can remember the end I choose to remember the beginning. I’ll never forget that night in August
1991. I was 13; heading into 8th
Grade, summer was coming to a close. I
had been hanging out with my friend Matt and we were in his bedroom when he
happened to turn on the radio. Coming
from the tiny speakers was this sound that was unlike anything I had heard
before.
I only
caught the final minute and a half of ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit,’ but that was
all I needed. I had to find out who made
that sound. It was as if that song in 90
seconds had tossed a brick through the window of my life revealing something
amazing on the other side. I carefully
stepped through and never looked back.
Within a few weeks Nirvana’s Nevermind
was released and I bought it. This was
one of the very first compact discs I had ever purchased. I still have it; the thing was played so much
that it is coated with scratches and ‘cd rot.’ It is pretty useless now, but
the memories remain.
Kurt Coabin’s
angst in his lyrics spoke to me as to what was going on in my own life. I was part of a divorced family setting with
a stepfather who was not kind to me as I entered my teenage years. I was not happy with who I was or where I was
and thought nobody would understand. Kurt
was 10 years older so he was like a big brother sharing what he was dealt with. I kept thinking if I followed his path I’d
end up like him. I wanted to be a
singer/songwriter so I could find a way to express my own inner pain in a way
that was creative and inspiring. I hoped
that maybe I could do for others what he did for me. He made me make sense.
I would
eventually find out I was pretty much tone deaf and couldn’t play guitar worth
a lick, but the writing part of the equation was actually quite good. I would write song lyrics and poetry that
were littered with real life raw emotion, things I didn’t like to share. The poetry later became short stories and
novels before evolving into the travel writing which landed me my first book
deal. It is easy to trace the steps back
to that night in Matt’s bedroom where I heard that lovely ear-splitting music
that changed my life.
I remember
in 1992 or 1993 trying to explain to my Dad that Kurt Cobain was my generation’s
John Lennon. Being a child of the 1960’s
and a giant Beatles fan my Dad of course could not see how the scrawny,
screeching, feedback blasting kid was anything like the man who sang ‘Imagine,’
‘Give Peace A Chance,’ and ‘Instant Karma.’
I could not convince him back then maybe because it was still happening,
Generation-X was current, not in the past.
These days it surprises me that my Dad can finally see what I was trying
to say.
Nirvana was
to me what The Beatles were to him.
Then in a
flash it all ended. The Grunge movement
that killed hair metal, that knocked Michael Jackson off the top of the
Billboard charts. The Grunge movement
that was so anti-mainstream that the mainstream had to go and find it. It was over April 8, 1994.
I remember
coming home from school, Sophomore year.
I put on MTV, back when they were actually a music network. There was the story: A body had been found in
the room above Kurt Cobain’s garage.
Selfishly I hoped it was someone else, but deep down I knew better. In short order it was confirmed who it
was. What made it worse was that he had
ended his own life. As the days and weeks
and years passed I would learn so much more about what made Kurt Cobain tick,
his stomach problems which led to drug addiction. It made his suicide a little easier to
swallow, maybe that’s just me making excuses for him.
In a snap
his music and message were a part of history.
Now he is seen as a legend, a mythical figure, in the likes of Jim
Morrison or Jimi Hendrix. I actually get
it now too since I was a part of the whole Grunge movement, but it is still a
little weird to hear Kurt Cobain spoken of in that same way. I remember needing to hear more of Kurt’s
words so badly that I ended up purchasing every bootleg and B-Side filled disc,
this was long before the With the Lights Out boxed set came out to make all of
those songs easy to find.
It’s funny
now looking back at the videos and interviews and thinking that Kurt Cobain and
Nirvana were larger than life figures but I am now actually older than he was
when he died. It’s weird that Dave Grohl’s
band Foo Fighters have actually been together longer than Nirvana now. I remember that my friend Rob and I had plans
to go and see Nirvana as our very first concert during the summer of 1994. They were supposed to headline Lollapalooza,
but of course that never happened.
I remember
I tried to measure the impact Kurt Cobain had on music in general in the years
after his death. I made a chart for
college that showed a list of the album sales of other grunge/alternative bands
in the 5 years after Nirvana was finished.
It was as if Nirvana left such a hole in people’s musical lives that
they scrambled to find the ‘next’ band like them. There were some very deserving, awesomely talented
bands like Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, and Alice In Chains who got the recognition
they should have. Pearl Jam is a stretch
since they are usually seen as The Rolling Stones to Nirvana’s Beatles; they
were/are every bit as good as Nirvana.
On the
other side though there were some weaker ‘alternative’ bands that saw huge record
sales in the same 5-year period, bands like Bush, Live, Collective Soul, and
countless others. Don’t get me wrong,
those bands are good, but they only got as big as they did because of the
gaping hole Nirvana left.
I’m not
going to turn this into complaining about music after Nirvana though. I am just amazed that it’s been 20 years
now. April 5 is the actual date as Kurt’s
body wasn’t found for 3 days. So I
choose to celebrate his life and music for those three days. I might never have an album, or play guitar,
but I am a writer now and it all goes back to that night I first heard ‘Smells
Like Teen Spirit’ on a little alarm clock radio.
I have
celebrated his life and message basically since the moment I found out he
died. I think now a lot more people will
figure out the impact of Nirvana thanks to it being a round number like 20
Years. It also helps that there is a
Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction coming up, plus numerous magazine covers
out right now. I am not saying that
everyone has to recognize Kurt Cobain as my generation’s John Lennon, but maybe
if you think of who had that kind of impact on your life maybe you would
understand what I am saying. That’s how
it will make sense to you. 20 years is such a long time especially when it
still seems like yesterday.
Must-Listen: Smells Like Teen Spirit
Sunday, November 10, 2013
If You're Going Through Fiddle Hell
Last night
I had the opportunity to take in a unique bit of culture. I made the nearly two-hour drive from Cape
Cod up to Concord, Massachusetts to check out something called ‘Fiddle Hell.’ It was a collection of some of the most
skilled string musicians on one stage. I
will be the first to admit that I know next to nothing about fiddling, fiddle
players, songs, etc. That said I was
able to appreciate the talent and time it takes for one to become viewed as one
of the best at what you do in any field.
Upon
arrival in Concord it was easy to get a good vibe. Even in the mid-autumn
evening there were musicians carrying cases all over the place. The historic buildings of one of the oldest
towns in America were lit up preparing for the Christmas season already. The cool crisp air completed the scene. It felt like a very friendly and safe
environment perfect for families.
Fiddle Hell actually goes for an
entire weekend with workshops, meet and greets, concerts, jam sessions, and
even contra dancing. Fiddle Hell has
been held since 2005 and is the lovechild of Dave Reiner and the Reiner
family. They did a tremendous job hosting
the event. The central location for
musicians and visitors alike this year was The Colonial Inn. It was built in 1716 but not used as a hotel
until 1889. Located next to Monument
Square, Concord’s town common,
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There was a concert held at the Concord Scout
House on Walden Street at 7pm on Saturday. The Scout House is an 18th
century barn which was turned into a community meeting center in 1930. Inside
it has a dilapidated charm which added to the ambiance of a fiddle concert. The wooden seats were a bit uncomfortable but
again it all seemed appropriate. Host
Dave Reiner began the concert and his sons were an integral part as well one
emceeing and the other playing piano.
I will reiterate that I know
nothing about fiddling so I will not try to pretend that I could appreciate the
references to famous fiddle players of the past. All I can do is report what I saw and heard
and that I truly enjoyed it. My personal
favorites were the father-son duo of Ed and Neil Pearlman who played Scottish
music of fiddle and piano. I also liked Neil’s black fedora which made me feel
better about wearing my own to the concert.
I made a point to seek him out and shake his hand for his music and
hat. I enjoyed Berklee Artistic Director
Matt Glaser and his ‘Red Wagon’ song which brought the crowd into play to help
sing. He, along with many of the
performers, has a charming eccentricity that makes you feel you already know
them and could sit and chat with them even if you have no musical talent or
knowledge like myself.
I may not play an instrument but
being a writer and photographer who works nonstop bettering my craft I can
relate to how much time and effort goes into making an upper echelon fiddle
player. It was a really fun evening and
something new in my life. I could not
name each and every player from the concert but have included links to some
pages so their work can be heard and appreciated. Even if you are not a fan of fiddling take a
moment to listen because it doesn’t take a fan to appreciate hard work and
dedication. Those are qualities that lead to success and that everyone should
have.
Great job Fiddle Hell!
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References: Reiner Family Band
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Monday, November 4, 2013
In My Footsteps: Cape Cod Videos
My first book, In My Footsteps: A Cape Cod Travel Guide, is now available at SchifferBooks.com, BarnesandNoble.com, and Amazon.com, in stores everywhere! Follow me on Twitter!
These videos are companions to my first book In My Footsteps: A Cape Cod Travel Guide. Each spot is in the book and these videos act as advertisements for the location and Cape Cod in general. See the places, get the book, and then come and visit.
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