Man Card?

Growing up, I’d simply ASSUMED that I’d “get older,” get married, have kids, and then we’d retire together, travel and enjoy life.

I was so completely incorrect that it defies imagination. Multiple marriages, kids that lived far away from me, too much unhappiness, way more stress than I could have ever imagined, and then I’m “old” and alone.

How did it all happen? If you talk to my exes, they’d tell you how I chose these things, and to some degree they are right. I made decisions that weren’t always the right one, and usually it was my choice to stay that created all the problems. Staying, sometimes, is the damn dumbest thing you can do.

When the misery factor overwhelms the happiness factor, it’s time to move along, unless you can solve the issues at hand. Now I’m all for the old fashioned “let’s fix it” thought process, I am, but sometimes you just can’t fix something that doesn’t WANT to be fixed. When that happens, saddle up and ride off into the sunset because there IS happiness out there.

While still alone, I’m working hard to enjoy life by not taking things too seriously, being willing to bend a bit more than I used to, taking chances that I’ve never taken before, and allowing myself to listen more than I speak.

That last part….that part right there….is the hardest.

I see so many of my friends across Social Media who either celebrate their “aloness” (yea I know I just made the word up), or lament it. I probably fall somewhere in between the two, and I can’t tell you why. I’m sitting here on a perfectly grand Sunday afternoon, alone, writing my thoughts down, and being happy to do so. At the same time, I long for the permeance of a grand relationship that allows both to live separate lives together.

Hard to find folks, hard to find. What’s the old saw? “Some that want to own you, some that want to stone you and one that says she’s a friend of mine.”

I’m looking for that friend.

Meanwhile, in the midst of all of it, sometimes the people around me change. Not the good ones, the close ones, the one’s I’ve known all my life….but the people who put blinders on and are groping their way through life and are willing to believe the bad things over the good. Folks who will always see the worst in something, instead of the innate goodness of their fellow human beings.

We as a group, tend to treat each other with total abandon and great disrespect. Men look at women as objects, “things” to enjoy, own, or at least “manage.” This, simply, is NOT what life is about.

I’ve no more idea than a man in the moon, what would make any man feel like he has the right to own someone else, to try to “contain” them in any way, or even worse, take possession of the physical without the express permission of the other. We have a name for that and we have a place for those people who will commit it.

But the fact of the matter is, there are many of us out here who were simply raised to be gentlemen. We’ve always tried to treat women with courtesy, respect, even admiration. We don’t hold with the idea that they are “less” because they’ve always BEEN, more.

Truth is, in the world that I inhabit, women ALWAYS been the superior sex. They’re generally smarter, more adept at things, think out of the box more easily and are willing to change things up in order to grow with the natural course of a relationship.

Men? Sometimes not so much.

I’ve made my share of mistakes. I’ve been underwhelmed, overwhelmed and often overtaken, and here I am at the ripe old age of “golden,” still trying to patch it all together.

Left alone, I’m quite a conversationalist. I communicate easily and well. I have a good command of the English language and pride myself on being “up to date” on what’s going on the world.

Throw in a pretty girl, and I get off track just about as easily as I forget what I went into the kitchen for one minute ago.

They say, the beauty is in the eye of the beer holder. Since I’m not much of a drinker, I can only tell you that I like a beautiful woman as much as any man alive. I’m just not willing to discard my upbringing to find a moments pleasure.

Why? Why you ask, is this a subject at all, especially today. When you come face to face with the reality that women have to protect themselves from “us,” then you begin to understand what a crazy place this world can be.

Sometimes, being a member in good standing with my very own personalize “man card” doesn’t make me feel very special. This is one of those times.

On behalf of good men everywhere, I’m sorry ladies.

All that glitters is not gold

The most America adventure is as close as the gas pedal in your car. I’m telling you straight that driving to someplace you’ve never been before, meeting people you just don’t know, and listening to their stories is what life is all about. In the course of this great adventure, I’ve made just over 6 million followers across all social media, some of them fast and firm friends, others I may never get to meet, but I’m trying hard.

I met a friend I hadn’t met last night in a place so far out of the mainstream that you need gps to find it. I drove out of Sterling Colorado about 5pm, headed west in search of a place that I’d been told was fabulous.

It’s about a 35 minute drive and I had the music up load, sunglasses on, and just cruising. The gps told me to make a left on “Maple Street.” I drove to the turn and it was an old dirt road.

Now those of you who follow or know me, know my affinity for old dirt roads. It’s where I came from, ground zero if you will, and my love for those out of the way places will never die.

I’ve done a review for the place so it’s not necessary to tell you what a pleasure it was to just “be.” Seat yourself, order up, and be prepare for a culinary and gastronomic extravaganza. The beef tasted like they’d gone out in the field and brough it in fresh. It was done to perfection and even the horseradish (another old time favorite of mine) was perfect. I could NOT have been happier.

The company was great, the senerey was right out of an old Kansas or Colorado cow town, and it was just as real as real can ever be. And I loved it.

Authentic is my new mantra, and it’s serving me well.

I’ve spent time in Colorado before. Greely was easily home to the best fresh trout I’ve ever eaten. Golden…well, Golden was golden. Denver is a fun town, but I’d never been to Sterling.

Situated about 2.5 hours from the Rockies on the northeast plains, it’s a small community with a lot to offer. I’ve learned that what the town really needs is a “Cheese” Store. I’m thinking fresh baked bread and cheese with maybe an olive bar would be pretty cool. One just never knows.

The weather today is wonderful. 54Degrees with sunny skies and a light breeze, perhaps it’s time to break out the drone and play with that.

For breakfast, try the River Grill right on Main Street, small menu, big taste, loads of atmosphere.

It’s a great day in the neighborhood, I’m going to meet the neighbors!

A special shout out to the folks at Dewe’s in Stoneham Colorado for making me feel like family.

Jack