A Bucket List for the Common Man
I’m probably not going to make it to Machu Picchu
this year, the Inca ruins of Peru.
And unlike George H.W, Bush, I didn’t parachute out of an airplane on my birthday.
My odds of swimming in the Dead Sea are…close to zero
I do have a modest bucket list, more Walter Matthau than Walter Mitty.
At the top of my bucket list: to appreciate the simple pleasures in life.. Starting with number 1: At least once a day, to look at the world through the eyes of a five year old… and to know that’s it okay to be both a princess and a basketball player.
Number 2: Savor the Soup. To appeciate the
simplicity of freshly chopped vegetables, herbs, and natural broth,…and promise to never use a fancy blow torch, aerosol can, or any ingredient that has to be shipped overnight via Fed-Ex.
Number 3: Remember My Roots. When I added Buffalo Chicken to my menu — about a decade before Subway, Jimmy Johns and every other food chain on the planet — not only did it become a customer favorite — it was a little reminder of where I’m from (Ithaca).
So tomorrow, in lieu of climbing a volcano,
I am going to linger at a playground and watch my 5-year old go up and down a slide 400 times…Before I leave for work, I am going to give my wife a real hug, not a fake one….in short, I am going to appreciate the simple pleasures in life…
Most of all, when the sun sets over the Rockies, I am going to put down my phone and marvel, just marvel, at the place I call home.