I Kept Driving and Tomorrow Kept Coming
Posted: July 30, 2011 Filed under: thoughts | Tags: 10 Freeway, driving cross-country, Los Angeles, music collection Leave a comment »In 1999 I embarked on creating what I wanted to be the ultimate list of songs to play in my car. So I rooted through my music collection and pulled, opened, read, contemplated, played, meditated, listened and came up with ‘the list’. I then ripped the songs and burned them to a compact disc. Since then, I have owned three vehicles: a black Nissan Pathfinder, a black Jeep Grand Cherokee Limited and (currently) a silver Toyota Prius. Whether one of its songs were cranked up loud on a drive home from the office, or playing in the background while driving cross-country with my wife, or if it was sitting patiently tucked away while I was exploring a newly-purchased album; this same silvery, scratched, sharpie-scribbled disc has been with me on every journey.

Rob's Pathfinder upside down on the freeway
On a Saturday morning in 2005, shortly after the death of my father, I was driving down the 10 Freeway in Los Angeles when a man in a red Jeep Wrangler ran me off the road and kept driving. I lost control of my steering and rolled about six times down a hill, with my car landing upside down on another freeway. Unable to see oncoming traffic from my vantage point, I hung there uncertain of my future. So I unclasped my seatbelt, fell on the roof and exited the vehicle without a scratch. Days later I got another car and the disc came with me. I kept driving and tomorrow kept coming.
Today, I decided to share this intimate list of songs with you, along with links to play them. I hope they comfort, energize, daze and inspire you wherever you are going. In the last twelve years, I have experienced great success, huge failure, extreme happiness and terrible tragedy. I still don’t know where I’m going and I wouldn’t change a thing. I leave you with one piece of advice: “If you keep driving tomorrow will keep coming.”
“Theme from Shaft” – Isaac Hayes
“Truck Turner (Main Theme)” – Isaac Hayes
“Superstition” – Stevie Wonder
“It’s In The Way That You Use It” – Eric Clapton
“Cruel Little Number” – Jeff Healey Band
“But It’s Alright” – Huey Lewis and The News
“Bullet the Blue Sky (Live Version)” – U2
“I Feel Lucky” – Mary Chapin-Carpenter
“Showdown” – Electric Light Orchestra
“Gotcha (Theme From Starsky and Hutch)” – Tom Scott and the L.A. Express
“Couldn’t Get It Right” – Climax Blues Band
Lost or Stolen? Who Cares?!
Posted: April 5, 2011 Filed under: thoughts | Tags: Business, Credit card, Debit card, Financial Services, George Clooney, Home, Personal Finance, Syriana Leave a comment »On Friday I had a brunch meeting with my wife, who is also my business partner of ten years, and had a nice time. We both had a Sante Fe scramble and went on our way after the business discussion convened. My next stop was Starbuck’s (the branch office), then the office. After work, I headed down to the local tavern for a bit until I made my way home for Date Nite. We ate kung pao chicken from our favorite Chinese joint down the road. We watched the latest episode of our current favorite show ‘Justified‘. Shortly thereafter I began snoozing and continued sawing wood until the next morning. Sometime Saturday I show up at the office and I realize that my company credit card is missing. Should I worry? Should I not?
I decided not to worry. I rarely lose things. Misplace them? Yes. Lose forever? Not so much. Besides, if I called the credit card company and reported it lost/stolen I would be stuck having to change a heck of a lot of recurring charges on Monday. Whether you deem my actions wise or lazy is up to you. Read on.
Living by Accident principle #1 is: “Ask yourself, ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’ If it is not as bad as having your fingernails pulled out with pliers like George Clooney in Syriana, then there is nothing to worry about.”
I took myself a deep breath and decided to live my next few days keeping my eyes peeled for the card expecting it to turn up. Days go by and I begin to doubt my wise half. Wise half wins and I continue to keep the faith. Finally, on Monday, I end up at Starbucks. I asked the manager if my credit card had turned up and she stated it had not. Time to panic, right? No.
I hop into my Prius and hover through the parking lot and make my way past Bread Winners Cafe. Wait. That’s where Wifey and I had brunch the other day. I parked my vehicle, walked inside and asked for the manager. Turns out, I left the card on the table with the check unsigned. It seems my return worked out for me and the waiter. No worries, no harm, pure goodness.
What is the lesson I learned? Don’t worry.
Lucky Seat?
Posted: January 26, 2011 Filed under: thoughts | Tags: Airport terminal, American Airlines, San Francisco Leave a comment »I was in San Francisco for a conference for three days and finishing up my final meeting before leaving the hotel for my flight. As planned, I left the hotel around a quarter after four in the afternoon for my flight that was scheduled to leave at 6:30pm. So I hopped in a cab and started on my way. As usual, I called American Airlines to see if my flight was leaving on time or if there was a delay. Turns out there was indeed a delay and it was no longer departing at 4:30pm and, instead, was departing 5:00pm. Wait. Darn! I got the time zones mixed up. It was leaving at 6:30pm Central Time. A lot of good that does me. So now I’m in a cab on my way to a flight that is leaving late in about ten minutes. I scramble out of the cab and check in at the counter. Thankfully, the attendant was kind enough to bypass the 30-minute check-in policy and give me my ticket. There was no line at the security checkpoint and my gate was the first one on the right. They just began boarding as I approached. Seat 15a was awaiting my behind and I arrived home safe and sound. I didn’t whine, yell or stress. Even if things didn’t turn out as seamlessly as they did, my life would have been fine.
So I get off the plane and board the shuttle to the off-site parking lot. I share my experience with the driver and tell him how glad I was that I made my flight and how I credit my positive outlook with the evening’s results. During our conversation he told me he was depressed that day and even had suicidal thoughts. We continued chatting and he told me all about his children. As I got off the shuttle I told him to keep smiling.
This is another successful example of my method of happily tumbling forward from one moment to the next in order to achieve optimal attitude and results. I call this “Living by Accident”.
What if this is as good as it gets?
Posted: January 10, 2010 Filed under: Uncategorized 2 Comments »>I was driving to the office today, mainly because I feel my greatest purpose when I am with groups or alone. Alone was the most obvious choice. I saw an email from my brother letting me know my nephew Jake (my ‘mini-me’) was available if I wanted to hang out. I remember my father’s needs were so similar to mine. In solitude or in crowds rarely one-on-one. I called Jake and took him out to lunch although my anxiety disorder was telling me to be alone.
I picked up Jake and drove down Central Expressway naming restaurants from the signs and let him pick the place. He chose Outback Steakhouse. I told him the only condition was that he speak “Australian” to all of the wait staff. He agreed. We had a blast and shared a chicken fried steak and a huge order of Aussie cheese fries. My anxiety disorder is sometimes overprotective. Having lunch with Jake was better than any other choice I could have made.
My father is my hero. He was a great man and I aspire to be just like him. His greatest talent was affecting people in whatever positive way he could. He gave encouraging advice, told jokes, poured his soul… whatever it took to make others better people. A great need like that leaves one feeling empty yet fulfilled. I say this not to emphasize the word ‘empty’ but the word ‘fulfilled’. An empty gas tank got you to the best place you ever were.
Sometimes I think this was his goal in life. It is my goal in life. However unfocused, it is my passion. Affecting as many people positively as I can in my short time here on Earth. Emptying myself is not a bad thing just as it was not with my father. But the more journeys you take others’ souls, the more often your gas tank is bone dry.
I guess the reason I am writing this is… I know many of us have a common goal of making others’ lives better. Don’t feel guilty for needing to refuel. You emptied that gas tank affecting someone. Smile and refuel, whatever it takes.
bob
Posted: March 10, 2009 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »bobs doing it now.
he is calling me from beyond.
what an asshole to leave
and expect me to join his party.
there was a party here.
aint no party anymore.
your smug picture doesnt do it bob.
it aint you and neither was that crappy note.
we all feel it
dont pretend you are special
no one is special
except me. didnt you know that?
this is the end of the beginning
it is my way of stopping
stopping what, you say?
nothing.
jane
Posted: January 31, 2009 Filed under: poetry Leave a comment »i can hear her calling my name from the other side.
is it better over there, or is she just lonely?
does she want my best, or does she just want me?
being here ain’t so hot, but it is here and i know here well
i don’t know there, but it’s calling my name
she is calling my name
the one who bore me
the one i hate
why do i care?
i just do