Mister, Mister

I didn’t know him personally.

I didn’t really follow his career.

I’m not sure I ever even saw him in person.

Yet he was close to my heart, dear to me.

And my heart aches with surprising pains.

He was a constant in my life.

And constancy is wonderful in a world of ups and downs.

Kind of like the Eiffel Tower, or Canada – whether I visit them or not, I can always know that they are there, being the lovely things that they are, and people will share with me about them from time to time, their names popping round regularly, as though just to say, “Hi.”

That’s he he has been in my life.

As my dad pointed out, he was an up and coming name when I was first beginning to know and understand the existence of professional sports and the NBA…, so he really has been a constant for almost my entire life.

No, he wasn’t quite to the level of constancy as Hakeem Olajuwon or Michael Jordan or Shaquille O’Neal, but he arrived to the scene only shortly after I had learned to love them, and so he holds a similar place in my life.

Like I said, he has been a constant for me.

He simultaneously seems so old, because he had already retired from playing a few years ago (2016?), yet so young, because he is only 41 years old (I believe he was drafted at only 18 years old).

His story has been magical, and his playing was beautiful.

And, just saying, his smile has always been spectacular.

God, thank you for the glorious gift that has been Kobe Bryant to our world.

Thank you for all you’ve done, Mr. Kobe Bryant.

❀

Post-a-day 2020

Road trips

If you ever have the chance to road trip across Nevada and Southern California, do it.

Those orange and brown and beautiful mountains and plains surrounding the roads the entire way through are tremendous and awe-inspiring.

This photo was from a brief time that the mountains surrounded us at a distance… the rest of the time, we were in their midst, going up and down a thousand or so feet every few minutes (not elaborating on that either, because there were somewhat regular signs showing the altitude).

It was meditative in and of itself, it was just so yes for life.

I feel like I need to check of an amazing box on my to-do life experiences list, but I never even knew it was a box to have in the first place! πŸ˜›

And I might have already said all of this, but it was worth sharing again, because I can’t get over how beautiful it was… even on the airport tram (and unnecessary and unhelpful trip) today during my layover in Vegas, the surrounding mountains were breathtaking and made me want to figure out when I would be back (even though I don’t really care about the regular Vegas attractions).

Post-a-day 2019

LA Times

Tonight, I drove through Beverly Hills, saw the Beverly Wilshire (but no bus stop!), visited Rodeo Drive, and drove on Mulholland Drive.

Earlier today, I saw the building for the LA Times, and nerded out at the fact that I do their crossword puzzle.

And then, this afternoon, I walked on the beach and felt the cold California Coast water (Beach Boys inspired that desire, though I’ve done it once before already).

My SoCal dreams have been just about satisfied. πŸ˜›

Post-a-day 2019