From time to time I re-fall in love with life. I just had
one of those profound moments of reflection.
Alfred Hitchcock said, “Drama is life with the dull parts
taken out.”
Well I agree that 70 – 80% of life is tedium and monotony,
but that other 30 – 20% is pure wonderfulness.
I realized that I have been to New York and Boston. I have
been to London and St. Louis, Paris, Orlando, and I have eaten fried chicken in
Philadelphia with my grandmother (whom I miss dearly). I have had sangria on
the roof of the Met (one of my favorite places in the world) and I have watched
the sky turn green in Ozark Missouri before a thunder storm. I’ve been to
Branson and Las Vegas. I have stood
at the top of the Eiffel Tower and at the top of the fake one at the Paris Casino.
I have been thrown out of bars in San Francisco and loaned my jacket to a naked
stripper in Fresno, who was trying to catch some ZZZs on the couch. I have been
lucky enough to fall in love and unlucky enough to get stranded at Heathrow for
two days. I’ve had fish thrown over my head at Pike’s Place Market in Seattle
and I have stumbled ass backward into fist fights in Sun Valley. I personally
discovered that the snow in Park City Utah is nature’s best beer cozy and also have
experienced a couple of sublimely perfect days in Salt Lake City; there’s
nothing quite as perfect as being in love in the cold. I have smoked cigarettes
in San Diego while listening to Nada Surf live while landing jets passed
overhead. I’ve driven a rented Vauxhall (on the wrong side of the road) all the
way to Stonehenge and walked the world’s best museum in Shelburne Vermont. I
have nearly died on a kayak off the coast of Catalina and I have been
deliriously in love on 17-Mile-Drive around Pebble Beach. I have straddled the
Prime Meridian and the US-Mexico border; for that matter I have flown a kite
under a pier on a Mexican beach and personally haggled over the price of a
lobster dinner. I have watched a Minute Man III missile launch from Vanderburgh
before the sun had come up and I have stood on the flight deck of an
operational aircraft carrier, with Tchaikovsky blaring in my headphones. I have
known more amazing women than is fair and I have been lucky enough to love some
of them and to be loved in return. I have unhooked corsets in dark rooms and
made love on a bare stage (empty audience). I have been found guilty in court
of a misdemeanor and I have cried in front of more than one therapist. I have
fallen in love with the Brooklyn Bridge and been terrified by the Coronado
Bridge. And next week I will go white water rafting on the Sacramento River and
the week after I will hike into the Grand Canyon and then ride a helicopter out
of it. There is no end to the things that I love about life, and while life
never seems easy at the time, it is simply and always worth the effort.
From time to time I re-fall in love with life.
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