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I’m in the process of trying to catch up with past seasons and respective episodes of the award-winning television drama, “Lost,” and all I’ve got to say is, “Holy Cow!!!” This television series has to be one of the most suspenseful and entertaining series in the history of the vacuum tube. But guess what. The joke is on me. Everybody already knows this. It’s me that has been lost. Or living in a cave somewhere. Which kinda fits in with the plot of the show in the first place. Ha!
What can I say about it that hasn’t already been said. The acting is superb. The videography is sublime. The writing is tremendous. And then there’s the story line, with more twists and tangles and ironies and confluences and “Gee whiz” moments than one could ever believe.
I am currently at the end of the third season and I am no closer to understanding who these characters really are and what they are doing on the island than I was during the historic pilot to the series when the plane crashes and only a few survive. I am starting to believe that the island is a kind of “other world”…a place where spirits go after they have passed from one life to the next, but if pressed my arguments probably wouldn’t hold up for long.
So I just continue to watch, often times with my mouth wide agape. Waiting for the next “Holy Cow” moment. Waiting for more clues. Trying not to be so damned lost.
And praying that it never, ever ends.
Tonight I get to write about one of my favorite topics, the woman who is the love of my life, my significant other and better half – my fiancee and soon-to-be wife, Janet. I officially introduced myself to my sweetheart and salvation at 1:06 in the morning on October 6th, 2008.
See, the original idea was this. I had seen Janet post on a Backstreets.com/BTX that she was going to be attending an upcoming (actually the next day) event at which Bruce Springsteeen, for whom we all congregate at BTX to sing his praises (it’s a fan site discussion board). And the one thing I wanted more than anything else in the entire, wide world…was a t-shirt with an image of both Bruce Springsteen and Barack Obama. My two favorite public figures and the only two men who I had any faith in to restore this nation to it’s original greatness.
Janet would be going to the campaign appearance by Bruce, and so I thought, despite the fact that she didn’t know me from a kick in the pants, that she might be willing to buy be a t-shirt at this event the next day in Ypsilanti. And I of course would pay her back. Which I did recently on the anniversary of that day when we went back to Ypsilanti. So with the knowledge of the extreme generosity of fellow Springsteen fans toward each other, I sent the PM and then went off to bed. Janet was to my extreme delight still awake and private messaged me that she would “look for them” and call me the next day to let me know how she made out.
Well, you can imagine my excitement when I saw a Michigan caller ID on my phone the next day, picked it up, said hello….and everything changed. Not only did Janet make my day/week/month by letting me know she got not one t-shirt for me, but TWO. But I was even more ecstatic to hear her sweet sounding voice, the cadence of her slight mid-western accent and most significantly, the content of her words. This was a complete stranger who I felt an instant kinship with. To borrow a Springsteen line…”we liked the same music…we liked the same books” and everything else.
I’m not sure how long that first conversation lasted, but it was just the beginning of a series of very long and intense phone calls between Boston and Detroit. We spoke to each other till five in the morning. When had I last done that? We called each other to wake each other up. We couldn’t go more than a work shift without sharing what had transpired over the last several hours. In short, we were destined to be together. And after half a century for both of us, destiny had arrived. Our ship had come in.
I wish I knew the exact number of hours that we talked on the phone before we first met up in New York City, another story for another day, but I know it was in the thousands. We both ended up owing T-Mobile about that amount of money in phone charges (thanks in part to their wonderful customer service operation and how they failed to properly explain how to set up you “five favorites.”
We didn’t know it then, but we were building a foundation during those phone calls that sustains our relationship to this very day. To fast forward, we met each other several more times, passed the family tests and decided that it made the most sense for me to move to Detroit, since Janet was working and I wasn’t.
This past November Janet and I went to dinner in a high rise and equally high priced restaurant in a building that literally sits overlooking the Canadian Horse Shoe Falls at Niagara Falls. And it was during that dinner that I read a short poem by a South American author, got down on bended knee and humbly asked for Janet to marry me. It wasn’t a total surprise for her, but it was dramatic enough to elicit a slight hyperventilation and a round of applause when she said YES! Of all the yeses I’ve ever heard, I believe that remains my favorite.
So the moral of the story, for every story likes to have one, is that you don’t go looking for love, it comes looking for you in the most unusual places. And as I sit here tonight closing out this Valentine’s Day/Birthday weekend, I think of how extremely lucky I am to have chanced upon this wonderful woman. I think of the places I’ve been and all the places that we, Janet and I, will now go together as this adventure called life continues.
No, this may not go down in history as Janet’s most favorite birthdays, and I hope and pray that in future years we will spend our February 15th’s in places with names like Paris, Rome, London or Dublin.
Or perhaps I look forward to spending our future significant events together in my hometown of Boston, where we both long so much to live. So tonight I raise a proverbial glass in the air to new chances that we’ll take and experiences that we’ll live out. Together. Always.
Happy Birthday my sweet girl. I’ll love you forever!
Here’s a photo of Bruce Springsteen I’ve definitely never seen before. Looks like it’s 1973. And is that celery being served in that bowl??? Now that’s definitely a first!!!
Many of us in a certain Internet discussion community are still reeling from the cruel and idiotic hoax that was perputated on us by a person who we beleived to be our friend. Yeah, this dude actually tried to fake his own death on the Internet, presumably to see what people would say. Can you say, mentally ill?
Many people have learned many different lessons. Some have vowed to spend much, much less time online. Some have promised themselves to be more careful about who we trust and about the people we consider to be our “friends.” Some simply feel betrayed, confused, conflicted and angry.
For me, it’s just another example of the number of “tricksters” in this world, who care more about gratifying their own sense of ego and empowerment, than they do about having meaningful social interactions with others.
The Internet is never going away. In fact, it is a pandora’s box from which the Gini has been let loose and it will be many years before we even begin to have an understanding of it.
But we must not let our hearts be hardened by those who are truly cynical and who get turned on by either creating or watching other people be affected by betrayal and deceit.
The following song was written about the Bush administration but it is as true about society today as it was the day it was written.
This IS what will be.
|Magic by Bruce Springsteen
I got a coin in my palm
I got shackles on my wrist
I got a shiny saw blade
Now there’s a fire down below