It Didn’t Feel Like A Birthday Party
The Fourth of July has come and gone. Every year it seems to me like this would be the worst holiday possible for dogs and VFW members. I know I felt like I was in Kabul or Baghdad rather than beautiful Orange County with all of the explosions and screaming children. I thought my birthday celebrations were harrowing, but this… this is no fun at all. Besides, if you don’t have a job you hate it when everyone else gets to enjoy a weekday without having to go to work. Because I am your friend, I wholeheartedly recommend the great state of Ohio as your travel destination of choice next year. Trust me, on the Fourth of July the place makes Bangkok seem like the Vatican. Don’t believe me? Maybe you’ll believe this.
One year I was transferring from Urbana, IL to Anchorage, AK when I was working for FedEx. This was back in the day when FedEx employees had the benefit of flying for free anywhere FedEx flies, if you could reserve a seat on the plane. It was a great thing, but that damn Al-Qaeda went and ruined that little benefit for everyone. Thanks guys. That night I was flying into Chicago and it also happened to be the Fourth of July. It was pretty darn cool seeing all of those fireworks from the air. Knowing that most pilots used to fly for the military, I was a little nervous that the captain was going to have a George Zipp type of meltdown, but I was lucky that night. It was nice to be able to catch a firework show without having to navigate hours of traffic and hordes of people. Now that was cause for a celebration.
Here’s hoping that at least once today you pointed at a British person while laughing hysterically. Shalom. Here is what I found interesting today:
The next thing you know, they’ll be telling you (insert ironic analogy here).
I just felt a huge disruption in the Force. It was like a million souls screaming out and then being immediately extinguished.
1991: Year of Music in Review – Speaking of anguishing pain…
I don’t even like doing something that feels good for three years straight. At least I don’t lie to myself or others about it.
