Maybe....

I started writing an entry the other day but got distracted and by the time I got back to it…needless to say I was uninspired to write anymore.
So, today I’m so thankful for the sports I now love and spend my life pursuing…Like swimming, biking, and running…AHH, triathlon….This morning I have began the process of filtering the constant flow of high school football into my brain. Lately I have often stopped and wondered how I participated in that culture for so long! As a swim coach, I have had the opportunity to witness the mindless machismo of both the coaches and players of high school football from the perspective of an outsider. It is amazing how seemingly mindless the devotion to these young men is, and to think I was one of them back in the day! God I sucked! But triathlon changed this jock into to something more one day back in my football days when I watched the ironman on TV in my dorm room. So maybe there’s hope for some of these boys. Maybe?
Also this morning as I thumbed through the local paper (God, I miss you Daily News!) I read an article in the ‘arts” section about a hot local artist. He graduated high school with my younger brother and is self-taught. The article talked about this buzz around this guy’s work and it is true I had heard about it before the article or his solo show that opens today. The work is a cross between a Basquiat/ George Condo and Max Ernst, but the guy that made it probably wouldn’t know that since he’s self-taught and the folks around here don’t give a shit since they don’t know who those other 3 dudes are either!.
SO I ask myself, am I just hate’n? Sure! What’s strange is I even found myself defending the guy as my parents, started in on how his worked was crap. But is that what it takes to be an artist in South Carolina? I don’t know! Maybe!
I miss New York today. What do I miss exactly? Being able to be anonymous but not being anonymous. I could do that because of the thick atmosphere of multiple cultures all piled in on top one another. This thought made me realize in the county I live, we have a third of the population that Manhattan has.
Did living in the city for as long as I did change me down to my soul? Maybe?
Because home down here just don’t feel like home did up there!
I haven’t submitted an entry in a while so I won’t end on a negative tone. Since moving here I have found a haven that has become my own private get away every weekend. SO I’m shout’n out to Tom and the boys at the cigar lounge!
www.liteumupcigars.com
Thanks Tom for opening such a welcoming and classy place that welcomes all new comers as regulars! Cheers!
Are there places here where I can feel like myself?
Maybe?