Me And Hugo Chavez, Down By The SchoolyardPosted: March 6, 2013
And then there was the day that I realized I had been at my job for many years.
On that day I realized that I had a solution somewhere in my head for just about everything. When the uncommon happened, I had the response. I’d seen it before.
That was a fun realization to have. It gave me flexibility that I enjoy. When the uncommon happens and no one knows what to do, I go do what needs doing. When it works and people look surprised, sometimes I’ll admit I’ve seen the problem before and someone showed me the solution.
Other times I’ll act as surprised as they are. I’ll shrug, act like I just made up the solution and say something like “damn, that worked?” Then I leave before I start laughing.
So, Hugo Chavez. Here today, gone tomorrow. For Hugo, yesterday was tomorrow. I thought I should write something silly about the guy since I care about you all. Many of you are hurting today, thinking back on all your times with Chavez – the silly nicknames he had for you, all the birthday parties. The man loved getting cards, didn’t he?
But writing something about him when I was feeling the loss too was troublesome. Then I remembered I’d already written about Hugo Chavez and (for good measure) Simon Bolivar. At that moment, I realized I’ve been writing Blurt a long time.
I’m not going to pretend that I just made the post, since I just told you that I do that sometimes. I’m just going to tell you it is here for you to reflect upon in your hour of loss…or whatever.