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Recently, I wrote a story about your one resolution you should use in the new year. The theme was that whatever you want to do in 2023, go all in. Yes, simply go all in. Twelve months can move fast, and if you go all in, it will move even faster.
Resolutions, resolutions and more resolutions. That is all we wanted to talk about as we left 2022 and entered a new year. We conjured up all these great things we wanted to do — but by mid-February, that list will be the same as my hairline: gone.
I made a post the other day on Facebook about Christmas cards and whether people still send them. The post I had was a picture of all the bad guys from the movie "Die Hard" in a group photo, and I said, “Great Christmas card from the guys at the oil change place down the road.” Then I added: Does anyone send Christmas cards anymore?
Excuses. Awful, no good excuses. Every time a new picture would pop up, more excuses. Then another, followed by another excuse. The embarrassment was felt to me and me alone, and perhaps that made it better and worse.
I have sat on this story for months. Not sure if I would ever write about it. If I did, would I be able to properly explain and describe what it is about?
There are moments in our lives when we wish we could go back and say or do something in a situation. It doesn’t happen that often, but it will drive you crazy when you sit and think about it.
In case you have not been to the Nashville International Airport lately, you will be in for a big surprise. The entire place is going through a huge remodeling and construction that will completely transform the entire place. New terminals, a hotel on the property, a bazillion parking places and on and on and on.
I got an email from my son’s school this week that they will be taking a practice ACT. He is a sophomore, and as I read the email, I went back — way back — in my mind to when my guidance counselor at McGavock High School told me to come to his office.
Recently, I read where someone had lost their father after a long battle with dementia. The son wrote that he had spent the better part of almost three years being with his father and taking care of him on a journey that no one wants to go on. But unfortunately, many of us have to.
I am not burying the lede on this one, so we will jump right in to it. Eating food today compared to when you were a kid is completely night and day, at least for me.
My mother grew up in Nashville, and she would often tell me about a place all the teenagers would go to every weekend near downtown. It was called the Hippodrome, and it was the place to be. The nerve center of the Nashville youth.
I will forever remember this conversation I had with my mom in the spring of 1983. My schedule for my sophomore year had just come out, and I was showing her the classes I had signed up for.
As with many places growing up my little piece of heaven is long gone. There are no signs it ever existed, and even if you tried to describe how it looked based on what is there now, you still wouldn’t be able to process it.
One time playing football I got double-teamed while on defense and they blocked me about 15 yards down the field. I remember coming to the sideline and my coach saying, “Next time you feel that happening, fall down. Make a giant pile. That makes it difficult for anyone to go through. Make it chaotic for the other team.”