This isn’t an official karaoke selection, but this song came on my truck radio yesterday while I was driving around Lake Hefner in Oklahoma City during my work day.
It was an amazing thing as this song was on the radio for the first time since the pandemic pretty much closed down Oklahoma City….there were people and dogs on the walking paths and bike trails with their better other, or by their lonesome, or with their dog. People were fishing the shorelines as well.
I asked one young man with a mask if he was having any luck and he told me just several minutes before I got there he caught a nice crappie.
Maybe half of the people were wearing protective masks. But all were spaced I observed. You could tell that despite it being in the hub of what I thought were the non-gravity Trump knucklehead believers—they believe Dr. Fauci and Dr. Birx on this one…not the Christian Evangelical Pussy Grabber with the orange hair who cratered Obama’s recovery.
Good for them. And of course this is in the heart of the 5th Congressional District where Dem Kendra Horn stunned the free world as we know it by winning a Congressional seat which hadn’t gone to a non-gravity believing Republican since I became old enough to drive.
I now have a mask I wear in certain situations. I’m very careful about spacing. I haven’t gone into a restaurant to eat in over seven weeks and for a person who lives to eat this should tell you how serious I’ve taken this.
As much I miss sports—I think I actually miss pretending to be Anthony Bourdain going into restaurants and being with people even more. I’ve come to realize I miss that more than the sports. It’s talking about the sports and eating and drinking with others which I miss the most.
First restaurant I go into will be the Waffle House and I’ll be ordering the Five Course Anthony Bourdain Special.
My wife even has me watching this cooking show called Cook Country County Cooking or some bullshit like that and we’re going to make blueberry cornbread this Sunday. I might even attempt to cook my first ever pepper steak with potatoes lanaise. Go figure. Call me your Renaissance Man. Move over, Pioneer Woman.
I might even go a step further like Kramer and Newman did when they ran their version of the Merv Griffin Show from Kramer’s apartment by running my version of the Anthony Bourdain Show from my sports viewing room and soon to be sport bar/restaurant.
So yesterday was kind of a turning point day for me as I search for my own new normal as I travel down the path of life its own-self.