I finally figured out my funk. I haven't been feeling like myself in the last month. Something has been missing. I know what is missing. The fact that for the rest of my life I will never be able to speak with my old friend, Bob. But, in the past month I had not cried for my loss. The news came from out of town and I was removed from the situation. And so, it never really sank in. Yet, it all hit me the other night.
I was cleaning out my
old travel briefcase. The one I use for itineraries, maps and
brochures. It used to be my 'go to' journal for travel. I would
jot down notes and collect things from my various trips. Last night I was
preparing for a trip, getting itineraries, contact information, maps
and addresses to take.
I
was cleaning the detritus of older trips, souveniers and just general keepsakes. I
came across one piece of paper that reminded me of Bob. It was an old comic strip clipping from March, 1996. Crankshaft
by Batiuk and Ayers. One of Crankshafts' friends, Mr. Meckler, was
talking to a younger friend, family member or aquaintence about why he,
Mr. Meckler, never made it big as a musician. Mr. Meckler told the youngster "But success isn't what gives life its meaning...The zest is in the rattle of the dice in the cup."
At that point I just started
sobbing. My wife sat there wondering what the problem was. It broke my
heart. But I remembered how important it was. I remembered Bob's “Joie de la vie”.
Bob
taught me a dice game in 1980. I don’t remember the exact date, because,
the truth is, we were probably drunk. The game is called Farkle.
Some people compare it to Bunco. But it is played with six dice and
the player can keep going or stop, depending on their “gutsiness”. One of
the phrases we used to say was “No guts, no glory”. This
was repeated over and over during our games.
1 comment:
a very fun game.
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