Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Thanksgiving.... and men of a certain age

I guess I could blame Dimly....but that would be pointless.  He has been a good friend for almost the last 40 years and I can honestly say, with good pride and pleasure, that I have never been mad at him a day since we met.  Course, the same cannot be said of his twin brother, Dumly...and he is dear to me as well...but him and I are another story altogether and it ain't no deal now and if I do not write this immediately I am sure to be distracted, distraction being a hobby I do well.  So...this is what happened and I will not edit this crap or it will just sit there unwritten and unread.
Now....see, it is a beautiful day.  Sunny, clean.fresh and the Holiday tomorrow should show temperatures up close to the sixties.  Maybe it is Indian Summer, though I am more inclined to call it Polack Spring as in when most of the white men around here totally forget what season it is and put there shorts back on.  They say you can fool anyone once, but sure as I still like a good beer, the weather in Wisconsin can fool you ALL the time. But that is no never mind,see, and has only a passing role in what happened. Not so much that ANYTHING happened...it was just an email,see, but it offers a quality to my feelings and those are precious if you want them to be and I sure enough do.
So, as is my habit of morings, I check the email on my phone, I do it on the phone cause not only is it handier, but I do not have an internet connection at home.  Now, I need to do this becasue, gosh, I may have won the Nigerian Lottery or something, but, as per usual I didn't and there was no notice that the rainbow got stuck outside my back door and all I have to do is go out and get that pot-o-gold.  Nope, nonesuch.  What he had sent was a chain email of sorts...forwarded from someone else...the gist of it was that on such and such time we should all raise a glass in memory of LT.  If you want to participate send your phone number back and it will be blind CC'd to the others on the list and you can make a phone call or two or so and share LT stories, of which there are many, most intricate and ludicrous.  Now, that did not strike me as such a bad idea.  LT has been dead just a few years and it would be good to hear from some of those guys.....it was a strange collective of strange guys, the mid-70's being what they were and all and I think I am in on this.

But it got me in a mood.  I just found out that Burkie died a few days back.  I missed the news and the funeral and wake. Now, he was not a close friend, but I had hoisted a few with him over the years and shared some laughs.   Sharing a laugh with Burkie was like sharing a ride in an old beat up car running down a gravel road on the way to a beer party.  You never knew what was going to come out of his mouth....but it always seemed to make you grin with him.

So Burkie is now just like LT...dead and gone and here with us forever. And so is Bruiser and Spare Wheels, Kid Curry, Wolfgang, Red Fred, Mad Dog, Sweet Rohl, aw, shit..... it pains me.  And that ain't no never mind either, I guess.  The real deal is..... that you knew these men...and they were the fabricate of life that you wore, the wind that sailed around you and you always know that you were blessed to have know them.  I am thankful for that.  I guess that is what Thanksgiving is to me......just a goddam feeling in the bottom of my poscket that I can always reach into and grab and for that, I can never be broke.

So I went out today with a bit of a funk feeling.  Thanksgiving had always been one of my favorite days in the past; the groaining board of food my mother and grandmother would assemble...the Packer-Lion game on TV...sitting in the leaf pile with Nancy in the moonlight under the oak tree..the arrivals and departures of family and friends who had gathered together to share....it was   ....well it was and there ain't no mone to it than that.  Now...well, things are different.  Pretty much by choice I do not go anywhere.  I'll make myself a bit of supper and watch football.  The weather is expected to be good and perhaps I will fit in a bike ride or so.  It ain't no deal.  I talked with Billa Lang a day or so past...and the nub of that is, well...remember not what favors you have given to others, but all the good stuff that has been given, unasked for, to you.  Not a bad way to think of things.

The days go on and we get old.  There will be more family and friends that will pass away in the coming year....and I now resolve never to regret their passing as much as I will give thanks and joy for their 'forever presence. That would not be shabby.  I got to thinking of a song my old buddy Lightning Dot used to love....a song written as a condensation of the Rip van Winkel story.  Had not thought of it for years.  Still good.

 Ya'll be good...and remember phone calls from the heart, in the heart....are cheap and valuable.

16 comments:

Alecto said...

And to think there were years when I used to try to cancel Thanksgiving because it left me exhausted and slightly wrecked. I even managed to actually do it once. Once. Love and hugs from me and A and C. We'll raise a glass to you tomorrow, my friend.

MRMacrum said...

Wonderful Thanksgiving sentiments and with a wonderful song to round it out. Keep those memories near. After all, they are all we really have.

Sherry Peyton said...

Bless you sweet man. You are a treasure to us all. Have a lovely day and GO PACKERS!

Life As I Know It Now said...

Happy Thanksgiving!

okjimm said...

Alecto...Thanksgiving is Thanksgiving...even it is just turkey pot pies and pumpkin cookies. Keep the smiles....and be the bestest!

MCCrum...well I not only have memories....but bunches of bills too. At least the memories don't ask for payment.

Leslie...Packers play on Sunday....Giants....hopefully then on to the playoffs....

okjimm said...

Thanks, Libs....are you having Stuffed Zucchini with veggies?

Randal Graves said...

This post almost got me to root for the Packers full-time.

okjimm said...

Randal...they play the Giants this Sunday night. I tend to cheer for whomever the Giants play.

Say, has Clevelandia got their own football team yet??

Ahab said...

:: raises a glass of porter ::

Happy belated Thanksgiving, Okjimm.

okjimm said...

Ahab....hope it is a GOOD porter~ HQPPY holidays~

squatlo said...

Whenever I think back on the folks who have passed I'm struck by the thought that I never did enough to let them know how much they meant to me over the years. So I ponder that flaw in my character for a while, and before long it passes. Like the day. And I don't connect with any of the people who have meant so much to me over the years...

One of these days I'm going to have to hire a personal assistant to make those calls for me.

Right.

Good post, sir...

Life As I Know It Now said...

The feast is over for this year and yes, I had a boatload of veggies and pies and such but no meat. Take care :)

Larry said...

Thanks for that Jim. And for that song too. You always provide numbers that are a delight in discovering, as are your posts.

okjimm said...

dear Bum...make dem calls!

Libs...hope those veggies did not come from some stupid latin amerika banana republic that pays slave wages.
Buy American...where big corps pay nearly slave wages! :) kidding...save a beast, eat Broccoli!

Larry...so glad you like the music....truly life without music is like a sardine sandwich without beer...or something like that

Mauigirl said...

Poignant post... and what an appropriate song to go with it. You are right, even though things change we still have much to be thankful for, and must be grateful to have had the time with those we loved that we had.

okjimm said...

Maui girl......mostly I am grateful that the Nam War is finally over....it is, isn't it?

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