I hate making a big deal about any particular day in my own life, so I'm not a big fan of b-days. This past week has been mostly reflective and somewhat strange (have a dinner function talking with two Senators over a glass of wine about the current administration's energy policies and the likelihood of a 501c3's survival chances in this economy).....ya know the typical weeknights.
When not reflecting on how the hell I got out here and how lucky and privileged I am to still be employed in any capacity (if you have a job and you still complain....then you might wanna open those eyes a bit wider), I think about my friends on both sides of the world and how lucky I am to have them.
As stated before I'm of a naturally subdued nature. You don't go into my line of work to be acknowledged. It's actually why I choose it, so that I could slip under the radar in a challenge of self-realization.
As cliche as it sounds, if I was to go tomorrow, let it be known that I'm as happy as brown bear sunning himself in backcountry unit 9 of Denali national park...right off the running waters of the Toklat sitting on a tundra bench.
But please respect my last wishes and at my funeral have an open bar and maybe a portable climbing wall.....
....and this song must be played. Either version. Take your pick. I close my eyes and it hits my soul everytime. While Jimi is the originator, SRV can do no wrong: