Bucket List
It’s odd how death turns people into the noblest of chaps. And of course, in turn, the chance of death turns the living into the nicest, loveliest people you ever wanted to have met. This transformation, isn’t so crazy I suppose, it is even expected. Who would want to say chance that said people might go to their said demise, having been treated by said people with naughty like badness when said deceased might then go to heaven and tell God in person how dumb you were (oh I mean said whatchumacallit) and stop said party in question from entering ‘the party.’ I doubt that’s actually possible, nonetheless, I bet said people believe some version of what was said although probably a far less complicated version than what I said.. you get the picture.
If you cannot tell, I am going on a trip, leaving on a jet plane. In all reality, it will be a plane with propellers, maybe as old as the Wright brothers. I’ve never flown with Allegiant Air before so we soon shall see. And oh the wonders I shall see. We’re heading up to Vegas and then a hop, skip and hopefully a prolonged enough jump right over to Idaho. Land to Bear World. They always say take baby steps in reaching your dreams or something close to that effect, and Bear World is one step closer to the dream. Since, I can remember, I’ve always wanted to go hunting. And not just any hunting, I am not into killing bunny rabbits for fun. Bugs Bunny never made it look fun. Still, I want a fair match up. So in my estimation, the only thing out in the wild blue yonder awesome enough to match my awesomeness . . . is a bear. A one time dream, I do not fancy spending the rest of my life tracking my furry (mortal enemy) friends around, just a one time shot to enjoy a seemingly lifetime supply of bear jerky. What else would you do with that much bear meat!?!
Seriously though, I am looking forward to a few days off with my wife and three boys. Then maybe I will hit it big in Vegas, scratch that, my bear aspirations are more likely to come true. And yet, one can dream. Though back to my original thought, is it wrong to remember the dead as they truly were. Or is it more than that, does such a catastrophic event truly cause us to forget the inconsequential, to remember the good, the important things in life. To as, the favorite singer of many woman across our great states, Tim McGraw, belts out in good ol’ country like fashion, “Live like you we’re dyin’.”
To that cause I wrote, in no specific order, my own ‘to do’ list (I was almost tempted to entitle this the ‘boot list’ or Bakancslista, which is how the movie I’ve never seen, The Bucket List is translated in Hungarian).

The Boot List:
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° Take my wife to Ireland
° Visit New York
° Attend a Broadway Play
° Take my boys camping
° Learn how to swing dance
° Go skydiving
° Go kayaking
° Visit a Renaissance fair
° Earn a Degree
° Learn to play the guitar
° Write a Children’s book
° See The Louvre in Paris, France
° Write a newspaper column
° Write and publish a Novel
° Have a least one person I don’t know read my Novel and like it (seemingly out of my control unless it’s good)
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° Kill a bear and make bear jerky (you thought I was kidding, huh)
° Own a house paid in full with a porch swing in a small town
° Win a cash prize over ten thousand dollars
° Stay at the Hotel Del Coronado
° Check out a book from the Library of Congress
° Learn how to build a computer
° Collect at least one piece of fine art
° Buy bicycles for my wife and I
° Go to the top of a Lighthouse
° Attend a World Series Game
° Be a Role Model
° Catch a Firefly
° Go back to Nizhny Novgorod
° Be an extra in a film
° Be the Cookie Monster for Halloween
° Cook a Gourmet Meal
° Invent Something
° Learn to Fence
° Create a Vlog or YouTube video
° Start a business
° Take my wife to a Rascal Flatts concert
° View a session of the US Supreme Court
° Go to the Kentucky Derby
° Save one dollar for each child every day till their 18 to do with as they please
° Get a portrait tattoo of my three boys from Kat Von D
° Do devotions daily with my wife
° Be in a Financial position to help others
Of course there were several that came to mind that I’ve already accomplished, two of which, if I we’re to die tomorrow I’d be content with my life having experienced:
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♦ Find true love
♦ Watch my son being born
♦ Buy a House
♦ Be in two places at once (I accomplished four)
I’m sure I could add countless items to either list if I thought more about it, but it’s a start.
I finally got on the scale the other day, and I’d say my eyes more than widened at the result. As I mentioned before I am now weighing in at a super-sized 250. Wow, I figured I had gained 5, 10 pounds. If I were more realistic probably 15, but 25-30, damn. Even at 220 or so I wasn’t the skinniest of guys, but I was a fair weight and looked, well, I suppose I could turn a head or two. Now, I’m not sure heads would have to turn, as much of the screen as I take up. Well, it isn’t all that bad, I am six foot four. Nonetheless, damn, have I already said that? My wife has gained weight as well, though her excuse is far greater than mine, her just giving birth and all. And while I cannot say I look great at the moment, having lost some of that debonair luster. My wife looks amazing. She doesn’t believe me of course, I take that back, she believes I believe it, but thinks I’m deluded. How deluded she is about my delusions.
