Good times never seemed so good.....

SO GOOD SO GOOD.

Happy works.

I make zero apologies for being a Facebook addict. It's like a hometown newspaper/menu of life, complete with the comics. Skip past the ucky, delve-suckup on the yummy. If you woulda told me 40 years ago that "scroll" and "pop-up" would be predominant in my life I'da toldya you were nutso, but here we/they are.

Quite a few years ago I (somewhat begrudgingly) went with a group to see Neil Diamond. He went thru hit after hit, happy happened, and before I knew it I was on my feet 'singing' SO GOOD SO GOOD....

4/20/2013... Fenway Park... The Boston Marathon bombings had happened five days earlier. Our Kansas City Royals were sequestered in a Boston hotel - awaiting game day, and the "All Clear" (sadly, if there is sucha damn thing nowadays)... Anyway, it was the only time in my life I'd ever rooted against the Royals.

In this day and age of musicians, appearance fees, inane demands, one Neil Diamond showed up from Brooklyn (unannounced) 30 minutes prior to gametime - called the control room and asked if he could sing Sweet Caroline - a song that was played in the 8th inning at every single Boston Red Sox game. Farm out.

Sadness be damned (and I don't mean that in disrespect to anyone affected by the bombings - I mean that as "hatrid, you ain't gonna stop us from living - and living happily.") Count it as one of the most emotional moments/times in many of our lives - I know it was for me and I will never forget it.

This is supposed to be about 'happy', but I'm pulling off at the rest stop to say I Hate you Parkinson's. When you're old, it doesn't make you an expert in life, but it does afford observation over time - and from the time my father developed Parkinson's, to when my good friend's mom got Parkinson's, to now - thankfully there has been great advancement in medicine... I hope you live to be a hunnerd Neil, you've been SO GOOD SO GOOD.

Happy is a seed. A friend posted a short video on FB showing the change in expression on people's face when they were told "You're beautiful" or "You're handsome." You water the seed, happiness sprouts. I friggin love happy.

Another friend posted an extremely uplifting video of a speech by a man who had learned so much (SO MUCH SO MUCH) in life from his father - a third grade dropout. Ya hadta be there (to see it) but it was emotional, happy, yummy and SO GOOD SO GOOD.

Life teaches. Long ago I was at a basketball coaching convention and Hubie Brown was the guest speaker. Hubie was very successful as a college basketball coach, as well as in the NBA. He talked about always keeping your eyes open, life teaches. Told the story of being at his daughter's third grade basketball game and he "stole" an Inbounds Play from her coach/team. Farm out, SO GOOD SO GOOD.

So, reckon we should deduct, keep your eyes open, happy, good, learning happens.

Hurt so good/oxymoron. The Bubba table. A group of old fart men who usedta be in nice relationships with women, but due to our probable (certain) behavior, we've ended up together and universally discuss "If it's got T__'s or Tires, you're destined for trouble." Sorry, kinda, to any women who figured that one out. Anyways, they afford me happiness. Due to an abscess, my jaw is time and a half the normal size. Bubba's bring happiness, tales, laughter. I was dying (in a good way) from laughing yesterday, it quite literally hurt SO GOOD SO GOOD.

I really don't know how to get outta this. Reminds me of those Escape Rooms nowadays. People pay good money to get locked in a room and they gotta figure out howintheheck to get out by deducting from clues.

Yesterday, I met with a banker. Banker/Victor = oxymoron, yet, there I was transferring my "you no longer work here, please take your 401K money elsewhere" to the bank I deal with day in, day out. We talked stocks, bonds, risks, rewards, and then goals. I really couldn't thinka much other than "well, should my car burn up, I'd like to be able to grab some bucks for another one" or "I ain't dying to see Venice, but maybe a nice trip to Branson would be cool, oh, and a 60 year old blonde." Car, travel were choices on his computer screen, sadly, the blonde wasn't.

Then he wanted to know... "How long?" Huh? I guess we must put a time stamp on this, an 'end'. I said "80". I've taken those Life Expectancy Tests before (family health history, eating habits, personal habits, yada) and the answer that popped up was about 8 years short of 80.. anyways, I said it.

In the meantime, I'll keep my eyes open for life's teaching/happy: watching children.. flashmobs.. music.. dogs.. cats.. sports.. happy people.. nice people.. marveling at those who pay it forward (Thanks for paying for my haircut Skip Greer!).. loving those that really care...happy tears.. thanking God for yet another day...

Life, happy is SO GOOD SO GOOD.

Love, Victurd