Hi my name is....?

I just cruised past the NASCAR site (that would be National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing) and saw a picture of one of the popular drivers in uniform. I don't think I have ever seen him out of uniform. The racing suit sports about fifty sponsor logos. He looks like the backdrop to a national sporting event, but wait he is. A walking yellow pages of all things that cool people should be purchasing. This caused me to ponder what it would be like to be a branded man. To always be expected to be prostituting some jelly beans, insurance and special auto parts 24/7. This would not be my favourite thing to do. I hate to wear even a badge that has my name on it. I don't want people reading me! Or knowing my name unless they have filled out the proper request forms first.

Going fast I could get along with, but never being able to wear a wife-beater shirt and scruffy jeans to the Walmart would make me feel like a kept man. I guess I will just race in the virtual world and snub the great american marketing machine.

Of course for 4 million a year +++ maybe I could do a few flips too!

Natural affections

Another wonderful memory of time with my grandsons this summer happened at dinnertime in a Waterton Park restaurant. After a few engagements with the young waitress it became increasingly apparent that one of the boys just past his second year was taking more than a passing interest in her. Everytime he could catch her eye from the other side of the room he would grin at her and flirt with her from afar. Then when she was at the table and talking to him he would hide his face and blush. I was amazed to see that at such an early age a person can experience natural affection and a range of emotions about his connection to a new person.

We all laughed and the waitress played the part well, by telling him her name and offering her phone number. The rascal scored at 27 months! Look out world.......................

Well according to some who shall remain shameless; it is time for me to write something. It has been almost a year, so the average amount of procrastination time that I give to a task is almost complete. Therefore consider this an early start. I am ahead of myself! The past year has been very encouraging, professionally and personally. Finding my stride in both practice and pace has made the future look even brighter. I just returned from time in the great western plains of Alberta and then a tour through the mountains of BC. The best part was the small company who induced frequent stops at parks, bathrooms and scenic vistas. Time with my daughters was also precious and observers commented with jealousy how close of a family we seem to be. We are probably actually closer than we let on and more time together will just drive us closer. Ten days and 2700 kilometers in a van with 7 proves it. We are already planning the next tour and hope to travel less but do more.

The coming year seems to be promising exciting times and I was surprised at how easy it was to return to work.

The most delightful memory of the road trip was to hear my oldest sing Itsy Bitsy Spider

to the boys repeatedly but in various tones and different voices. Peals of laughter ensued and I almost drove into the lake.

Another great memory was to watch my grandson have a roaring contest with his great grandfather, and be absolutely convinced that he was holding is own against such a giant opponent.

May his ferocious confidence never wane.

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See you around!