Working on a Saturday isn’t always so bad.
Seen in Pakistan, 2007.
Kodak Carousel pitch from Mad Men.
Nashville from the sky.
He had moved to Nashville a little less than a year ago after 18 years in Atlanta, 9 or 10 of them spent trying to leave, he said. He was working as an electrician and, randomly, was contacted by an ex-girlfriend of his from 25 years ago.
They had dated when she was in high school and he was in the Navy for 5 months. After they both graduated school, she wanted to go to college while he wanted to, “tomcat around and pick bar fights”. They went their separate ways and made no attempts to stay in touch.
He spent his twenties doing just that. In the meantime, she got a degree. Then, in 2012, she connected with him again. One thing led to the next, and she moved from Nashville to Atlanta to be with him. Soon after, he lost his job and they made the move back to Nashville.
Last year, they got married. He’s 48 and married for the first time.
Finding a constant job as an electrician has been hard for him, so he’s picked up ridesharing, and his wife does the same while working by day as an auditor. He likes Nashville, but complains that there are too many drivers doing rideshare in this city.
Getting the most out of pre-Labor Day white pants even though I don’t follow that rule.
My friend got married in Idaho. Gorgeous.
Over 4th of July weekend, my phone was unceremoniously knocked out of my hand, off the dock and into the lake. My friend called it as it sank, hearing a few rings before it went fuzzy and died.
The next morning, we could see the phone just 5-6ft below the dock. Water was freezing so no one (including myself) cared to get it out. It sat there for the next two days.
On my last day before leaving, we finally decided to fish it out. I threw it in my bag and forgot about it. After work today, on a whim, I plugged the phone in…and it worked. No rice, no oven, no nothing. The screen was streaked with water and gave a weird 3D effect and, for the first hour or two, the phone kept asking to turn off or hibernate. But then it worked…completely normally. Aside from the weird screen, that is.
This. Changes. Everything.
New York, I love you.
…and the first thing I do is go eat at the french restaurant down the street.