Stairs

I've worked at the same company for over 26 years.

Not simply the same company, but also the same building. The same location. For 26 years.

And I value and appreciate the stability and predictability that this longevity and consistency has provided me. But at the same time, when you have an ongoing, repeating familiarity for that long a period of time, you make comparisons. You notice things. You witness the passage of time in very specific and sometimes very obvious ways.

In my early 30s, during the early years of this employment tenure, my friends and I would head downstairs at midday for lunch in the building cafeteria. And, young and spritely as I was, I remember bouncing down the mid-building steps with a quickness.

(My department has worked on the third floor, the fourth floor, the second floor over the years. So I've bounced down the steps from many different starting points.) 

But I did bounce . . . with speed and agility.

The recognition of the passage of time comes in when I compare the past to now.

Now . . . not only do I go down the stairs alone. But I do it with deliberate step and nothing resembling speed or bounce.

First . . . alone.

Because many of my initial friends no longer work at the company and have not for a long time. They moved on--either willingly or sometimes unwillingly. Some came back, but work remotely. The work world is fluid. 

And alone . . . because those who work in my department now, almost to a person, work from home and do not come into the building any longer. So, I am working almost alone on an empty floor, contrasting my environment and my walking speed to memories of the past. Working alone and thinking of ghosts.

This is what happens when you work in the same place for 26 year.

Football Counter-Programming 2025: Week 12--The Return of the Soup

 2009 me is nodding furiously right now.

And, that's . . . it for this week, I guess.

Except to say that it takes participation on your part to make a soup. You've got to gather the directions, read the recipe, prepare the ingredients, cook and stir, season and wait. 

And in the end, after you have make your choices and done your job . . . you get delicious soup.

None of that happens when you watch college football.

It's entirely passive. And you are the passive one. You sit and watch. And nothing you shout or swear at the TV will make a difference. 

And you don't even get delicious soup at the end.

So, spend your time today making delicious soup and less time watching college football.

Football Counter-Programming 2025: Week 9--Change is Everything

Last night was the final football game for Jay's Senior Year. The band visited Dublin Scioto High School and it was a nice moment of symmetry. Four years ago (almost to the day), Eighth Grade Jay visited Dublin Scioto to perform the "Wild" show.

So, last night, you might say that their band experience came . . . "Full Circle" (an old head WNMB joke there).

It was an unexpected thing to notice as I pulled drum major podiums into the football stadium to walk past some very familiar red, wooden rectangular platforms. I immediately thought that these props looked like the red props that the Bluecoats used in their 2024 DCI Championship "Change is Everything" show. And sure enough, after asking a Bluecoat alumni who works on staff, it was confirmed.

(The Bluecoats--like other drum corps, probably--sell props and uniforms at the end of each season to boost income for the upcoming year.)

So, Lynda and I looked up the Dublin Scioto band show for 2025 on YouTube and discovered that it was called "The Knockout." (No . . . not that "The Knockout," but perhaps a close second.)

Here is a photo of last night's Scioto show from the sideline, showing the props in action.

 After the game was done and I was pulling the drum major podium back to the equipment trailers, I got some help from my pit crew friend Mark and we both got photos of each of us geeking out on some authentic DCI props.

And this, brings my band experience into a Full Circle moment as well.

I know that there are two more weeks of competitions before it is fully over. And I'll be helping with Bingo events into the future to help provide needed funding for the band program. But my high school band geek self met my adult band dad self last night, connected by a decades long love of the marching arts and DCI excellence.

It's been quite a ride the last decade with my kids and the adults and staff that make this band go forward each and every year. I've loved it!

But . . . remember. Today--if you watch college football (which you shouldn't!) the best and only thing to pay attention to are the marching bands. And, unfortunately, you're not going to see them on TV. So you might as well find something else to do.

I bet you need to vacuum your house. So do that!

Football Counter-Programming 2025: Week 7--Comparisons

Last week was the first Saturday off that I've had since the marching band season started in earnest. So I took advantage of it and didn't do much.

Unfortunately, part of that not doing much was NOT writing a Football Counter-Programming effort. (Though, I did write a tangential call to action post on Facebook encouraging people to think about the value of well-funded schools.)

More on THAT upcoming election issue in a separate post that I need to sit down and devote serious time and thought to, to make sure that it is written well. Not dashed off in the moment. Because it is important. And I want it to be meaningful.

But that is not what this is.

This is largely meaningless. And so is college football. 

(Sure, people are employed by it and all of that. But so is the tobacco industry. And both segments of industry have been given too much centrality and influence is the point I'm trying to make here. . . . each and every post.)

So . . . for the love of everything . . . if you smoke . . . STOP. Put your earned income to better things. (Like funding the community schools that actually try to do good in your world and make each one of us better, more informed, more connected citizens of the places where we live and work and love one another.)

And if you watch college football . . . STOP. It won't miss your attention. At least not until enough of us deprive it of our attention.

So, let's start this week.

Football Counter-Programming 2025--Week 5: Rest in Peace

Recently, Robert Redford died. 

I don't have a very strong connection to Redford. As a child, I remember him in Out of Africa and The Natural. I've seen his version of Jay Gatsby. I certainly know him as S.H.I.E.L.D. director Alexander Pierce. But he hasn't been a huge acting presence in my life.

I know that so many people revere him, however. And when anyone of notoriety dies, the social media posts light up with praise and remembrances.

I want to highlight an observation that I liked from one such remembrance--via The Ringer. It posits that Redford shaped a new late 1960s & 1970s version of the male archetype as an in between space transitioning from the midcentury male who "bends but never breaks" [I'll suggest Captain Steve (America) Rogers, who can get up, dust himself off, and do this all day.] and the 1980s muscle-head who never stops inflicting himself and his pain on his target. [Here I'll point to Tony "Iron Man" Stark, who is a thinking version of Rambo--someone who always has whatever he needs to inflict him action on the enemy.]

Redford never came off as someone who would happily take a punch. He was too pretty for that. And he wasn't the angriest man in the room either.

I'm not a fighter. So, I could never pattern myself after a tough guy--either one of the Greatest Generation or of the Last Action Hero genre. But we need different versions of male attitude and action these days. If I have to pick, I'll pick Redford I suppose.

But, whomever you pick, don't pick College Football on a Saturday.

Thanks and see you next week.