Ever had one of those “it’s-a-small-world” moments? My life is full of those, but few are as odd as what happened an hour ago at a Red Cross blood drive at the Columbia Daily Tribune. Co-workers Catherine Martin and Caroline Dohack raced out of the newsroom when the clock struck 11: sandwiches, cookies and other treats, all in exchange for a pint of blood.
I wasn’t far behind, though not racing by any stretch of the imagination.
Donna was the “collection specialist” who checked me in to get the blood-letting process started and when I showed her my ID, she repeated the address: 2013 Bridgewater Drive. She looked at me and announced, “I used to live there.”
Get out! What?
Sure enough, she described the huge living room, the hall leading to three bedrooms, the sliding glass door, the kitchen island — and remembered that the living room has no street- or side-facing windows.
How ’bout that?
(By the way, I had to be stuck in both arms. The right arm finally yielded a rich, red bounty of plasma-, platelet-, DNA-containing sanguine fluid. The spoils? Little slider sandwiches — one roast beef, another ham — a cold can of OJ, a cookie, another cookie, a little bag of cookies, bottle of water — and a T-shirt and an entry form for a chance to win one of six Gibson guitars. Overall, it was a fine blood-letting).
I'm giving some thought to changing the header photo for "Jackson's Journal" to something like this. I'm also tempted to change the name of the blog to "Fork in the road." What do YOU think?
And now some random thoughts:
- I took an unannounced and unplanned two-day break from Journal posting. A little out of sorts lately, but back on my game now. Today (Monday) is supposed to be the 70’s Flashback (memoir-in-progress), but I might mix up the themes a bit this week to get back on track. I’ve neglected to share some “this date in history” entries in a timely manner.
- Why do parents, couples and families go to Wal-Mart to speak horribly to each other and to demonstrate their terrible parenting skills? Nothing gets my dander up more than the mom or dad telling the kid with them to “shut up” or “don’t be so stupid.” Hey, mom and dad? You’re in public! And what it tells me is if they’re being this verbally and emotionally abusive in public, what’s going on at home is certainly far worse. We’ve got lots of families, marriages and parent-child relationships in seriously deep trouble.
- Some have suggested that our excitement and energy over the birth 4 1/2 weeks ago of Kianna Allene Brown — our first grand baby — will eventually wane. Don’t count on it. This Grandpa’s and Grammy’s devotion to Kianna and mom and dad Kishia and Darnell isn’t a passing fancy. Kianna isn’t a novelty that we’ll soon grow tired of. I had grandparents who were mostly inconvenienced by me and my family. I didn’t learn how to grandparent. Kianna’s mommy, Kishia, has some grandparents who are simply absent or detached and uninvested in her life — by their choice. How sad. I don’t get it. I’m a full-time Grandpa. For those who suggest the excitement will wane: I will have pictures to show you until I take my final breath. Even then … check my pockets.
- Kianna has two great-great-great aunts and uncles. How cool is that?