Well, I'm new to this blogging thing (yes, I'm old) so bear with me while I figure out all this new-fangled gadgetry.
I was just thinking to myself, "Self, you should publish all your thoughts on life". I mean, hell, what better end to dedicate oneself to than warping the impressionable minds of the young. To that end, I'll start my blog by listing some of the finer things in life, and explaining why they are so fine.
The Glenlivet 18 year aged, single malt scotch whiskey. If I have to explain why, you've obviously never experienced it. I know, I know, there are more expensive bottles of scotch out there. I don't care; expensive does not equal good. I've had Johnny Walker Blue Label, and other spirits with $300+ price tags. I still say Glenlivet 18 year is the best (and it isn't exactly cheap either - I think I paid about $85.00 for the last fifth I purchased). I am willing to admit that there may be a bottle of $3,000 scotch that I've never had that is better than Livet 18, but who cares - it cost $3,000.
The game of Chess. Yes, all the nerds in your high school belonged to the Chess Club, and the chicks don't exactly flock to the Chess tournaments to have entrants sign their cleavage, but the game is just so cool. This game, contrary to popular belief, is all about aggression and dominance. It is a game of imposing your will on your opponent. If you've never played, I highly suggest learning. If you've got kids, you are doing them a great disservice by not getting them interested - nothing develops the mathematical and problem solving mind like Chess. I just wish I had picked it up at an early age.
Camping. You just haven't lived unless you've sat with a cigar and a beer next to a campfire under the stars. I'm talking about real stars here, not what you see when you look at the sky in or near a city. The stars I'm talking about are so many, and so dense, that you have a hard time telling where one ends and the next begins; they all become more of a continuous cloud of matter than specs in the sky. I think the closest I ever come to total peace is when I'm the last one up around the campfire - it's like my church.
Saturday Afternoon at Wrigley. Baseball was meant to be played in the afternoon, and there is no better venue at which to experience it than at the friendly confines of Wrigley Field. You don't even have to be a Cubs fan to appreciate the atmosphere at, and around, Wrigley Field on game day. The streets are alive and the pubs are full; it isn't just about a baseball game, it's an experience. With most of the stadiums of its day going the way of the dinosaur, Wrigley is a true treat for both the baseball fan and the fan of living right.
Reading a Bedtime Story to Your Kid. I won't go into detail here, for fear of being thought soft. I can just say that all the things you kill yourself to accomplish in life seem pretty silly once you've had this experience. It really puts life into perspective.
I'll be bringing you more of this nonsense in the near future, as I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut in most circumstances. Please feel free to suggest topics on which you'd like to hear the blow-hard, DBD, wax philosophical.
