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Wow, I haven't posted on this one in a while. This is really a rant, it's more of a life observation.
Today, while I was at the pain management Dr. they sent me for an MRI. When i got to the imaging area, they told me to empty my pockets and as i did that's when I began to observe.
It wasn't so much what was in my pockets but what wasn't. I remember as a small child, if you asked me to empty out my pockets any number of random things would be in my pockets but there'd be 1 guarenteed item, Bazooka Bubble gum. Sometimes coins, maybe worms, caps for my toy gun, a note, rocks, boy kinda stuff. But no matter what else, even in my church clothes, Bazooka Bubble gum was a mainstay. As an older child the mainstay became a pocket knife and base ball cards. As a teen trying to look "COOL" it was cigarettes and matches, the pack was empty until i was 16. In my 20's it became a wallet and a roach clip or two, and i always had a pen or two with me as I always carried a notebook which contained my musings. When fatherhood took a stonger hold it was keys, a wallet and a laminated card that had every conceivable number I might need to call for my children. I had to carry a thick ring of keys for work(supervisor at a children's detention center). When I became the high powered sales manager, over the top, type A guy, I carried no wallet,. I had a money clip (show off), an expensive pen, cell phone, glued to me, and a paper 'sleeve' with id and CC cards. Now I've scaled myself back. When I emptied my pockets today, it was rather nice, an older well worn wallet (was my dad's, he's now passed), and my car keys. I loved the reminiscing internally and then wondered 'what will I carry next?'.
