You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.
California.
What’s crazy about it? How nice it is on the last day of 2011. While much of the nation is bundling up, huddling around a fire, throwing on another turtle neck, I am standing on the deck of a local beach bar.
The wind is blowing off the Pacific making it feel cooler than it really is. The sun is brilliant and dancing on waves before me.
Toby Keith’s “Red Solo Cup” is blaring over the deck loud speakers and people are swaying back and forth. I’m only half way finished with my beer, but the song makes me excited to order up another.
I am wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt. The Ray Bans are on. The ocean breeze has tossed my hair into a blond, quintessential San Diego mop.
I watch a myriad of skateboarders and beach cruisers and joggers filter by. It is a popcorn machine of humanity.
As I toss back the contents of the bottle, I think about what the rest of the world is doing right now. Are they bundled up? Are they inside staring at the tv?
My view point is the Pacific Ocean and it is breath taking. It sparkles, it commands attention, it makes you ponder the edge of the horizon and wonder what else is out there.
As a bevy of spandex bounces by, I think about 2012. The possibilities and the probabilities. The opportunities and the life course that must be corrected.
Little Red Cup and a swig of a golden beer with the hint of lime. It is delicious and the time right. The ocean is the back drop for a new begining. I smile at a beach girl. She smiles back.
“Another round?” a salty looking bar tender asks over the din of the bar.
“Why not?,” I shout back.
It’s a brand new start.
Get ready world.
Here it comes.
See ya 2011, hello 2012.
And that is crazy.