September 8, 2017

I’m sure Jimmy’s thoughts are with all his peeps down there in Key West where I’m guessing Hurricane Irma is gonna make a mess of things before too long. I guess that’s why so many pirates – at least in their hearts and souls – are attracted to places like southwest Florida, the Keys, and the Gulf Coast: you live purely in the moment because in the back of your mind you know come next September there could be some monster out in the Atlantic making a beeline towards your ass that can take it all away.

Actually, for all its potential cons, there are a lot of pros behind that way of thinking. We’re only on this earth a very short while, and its never ceases to amaze me watching things on the news at how things can be taken away from you in such a short time. It could be that nagging cough that finally brings you to a doctor’s office and the MRI that follows. It could be some moron driving southbound on a northbound highway while you’re driving home after a late day a work. It could be some idiot shooting up a supermarket, restaurant, or cafĂ©, and you’re just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It could be that sudden, awful chest pain that comes out of nowhere. We all have our sacred, etched-in-stone plans and dreams, acting as if nothing can take our hard-earned rewards away from us.

But it can. And it does. More often than we’d like to admit.

Which is why, when a monsoon dust and thunderstorm blew up to our southeast I asked Tracey to crack me open a Sam Summer and sat under the tiki bar and listened to thunder peal in the distance, lightning flash behind the houses far beyond our south wall, and hear raindrops spat against the gas grill cover and the wind swirl the big mesquite branches above me. The tiki lights were bright and happy, the thatch roof I’d installed two summers ago still solid above to keep me dry, and thoughts about my family and days long past, never to be experienced again, when we’d all gather out on the front porch to watch a thunderstorm roll in as warm in my heart as the air around me.

There’s no real point to this post other than to emphasize once again just how fragile and precious our lives are. Anything and everything could be taken away from us in an instant. Could be the result of a natural disaster, or the result of something you never in your wildest dreams would have thought of when you turned over the ignition in the driveway or the garage. You have to live each day as if it’s your last and do so without regret as long as you’re not hurting someone else along the way. My thoughts and prayers are for the folks in Florida this weekend. It can be a tropical paradise, for sure, but there’s a dark, flip side to everything: nothing is ever quite as perfect as it seems.

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