
Ted’s Head is in trouble. The engine works fine and the gears mesh pretty well but I think I must have some bad gas in the fuel line. My petrol is simple. Take an idea or concept to be discussed, try to think it through and maybe even come up with a better way to do things.
My buddy Pete calls me a “fixer”. That is not necessarily being a smart ass but trying to look at things in an alternative way. Maybe my way sucks but at least we ran it up the flagpole. A key ingredient is getting my facts right without any personal biases. You don’t make the problem fit the solution. You do a strange thing called listening.
We have just come back from a cruise that wandered from New York City to Montreal. Boston was a revisit to where Kathy and first met too many years ago. We went right to the door front. Good stuff. Maine, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia were a discovery of so many things they called the New World in the 1400’s and 1500’s.
My overall impression was that this is a part of the world that is doing fine. Sure, they would like more of this or that but they and their forefathers were used to sustaining life not necessarily embellishing every aspect. Until you look at not one but plenty of houses that where built in the early 1500’s you haven’t seen a thing. These were not a cutesy Sturbridge Village type of tourist attraction. People lived in them now and raised families in them and probably will for centuries to come. Hardy stock.
In New York City you were smashmouthed by the size, the opulence, the frenetic pace and the overall dispassionate mien of people towards their fellow travelers. I really don’t say this to be critical. They love it that way…I think. But because of its size and many others, they dominate the conversation and set us on a path that we outliers don’t have a lot of sway over.
We went to the 9/11 Museum. Every aspect of it rips at your guts. It was the area where I worked for many years and many of those faces on the wall were guys that I knew from trading bonds to drinking beers. The massive feel of the destruction and chaos was overwhelming at times. Ditto the hatred that engendered such a plot. Whether it was a fireman or cop or secretary or a hot shot executive no one was spared the swath of hellish fire that enveloped them all.
After three or more hours Kathy and I didn’t say much but we felt together. As a city, as a country and maybe even as a world we were united back then. We cried and hugged and displayed the flag for all to see. USA was more than a chant. It was a vision we had all hoped for. You’ll see. We will do things differently. And yet like so many other good intentions, we let them slide in lieu of more important things. Our minds distracted by the banal. We want to be wooed or salved by more important things.
I have really been into this fellow man thing. David Brooks has caused me to be so much more aware of the other person. You have likes,dislikes and tendencies that are true to you alone. They are not left,right or conservative or liberal. They are your thoughts. How dare some jerk try to silo you or me into this or that group for the sake of targeting you from everything as to who you are going to vote for and what kind of car you should buy.
How many time have you been labeled this or that and come to realize you don’t buy everything that group is saying. In politics you cannot have an original thought without being chastised. How many of us in a business meeting thought the theme was out of line but never spoke up? Some will say that type of discourse is chaotic. I say it is creative and a hell of a lot easier to arrive at a consensus.
I hope this does not sound crazy but the more we realize how unique we are,the greater chance we have of pulling this thing called life off. That being said I have no idea how to get started. Maybe that is the reason for my inertia. I am not going to change politics or the makeup of cities or my religion in my lifetime. And my period to pull it off is getting shorter and shorter. Swimming upstream gets tiring.
Then again, maybe I am completely wrong. We should not change but just let things happen. We have lasted this long, why get so bent out of shape. It will all work out in the end. Maybe this should be my path to travel. Not quite there yet.
I want to end up with one thought,humility. Think about that for a second. If we were all humble we would not be the end all and be all.
We would look at another person as something to be looked at for their unique properties not how they can benefit me. We wouldn’t have to have so much stuff because we wouldn’t have to show off constantly. That is what we have it all,don’t we? If I am humble, I am just a part. Probably nuts but I am going to work on it.
I am sorry my rudder is bent. At this point I should be able to put it on autopilot. I am old fart. I don’t have that equipment yet.
As Always
Ted The Great







