Bucket List
At my age, I’m at the point of realizing that there are some bucket list items that I’m probably never going to get done. Dating Phoebe Cates for example. I’m not sad about it, I’m just resigned to the fact that it probably isn’t going to happen. I don’t walk around with my head down just because I’ll probably never drive up to a Zurich bank, walk in to the safety deposit box area, open a safe deposit box to find neat stacks of various currency, remove those stacks of currency to find dozens of valid passports and a gun. I’ll also probably never have a vacation home that is only accessible by submarine.
Again, it is no big deal. I’m sure a great many of my bucket list items are still in play.
Imagination is a wonderful thing.
Indeed. I hope you make it to Dutch Wonderland one day.
I will probably never drink a martini on Mars.
I know, right? What ever happened to the future proposed during our childhoods?
I rode a submarine for 3 years plus. It aint that great.
I will say I’ve resigned to the fact that I will not sing of perform in front of a 80,000 folks at Wembley Stadium. I really thought I had a chance there for a while.
and I’m never going to be a hacker that works for Wiki-leaks
Two things I thought I wanted but now I don’t . . .
a yellow XKE convertible and a leopard coat. The XKE was totally unrealiable and the leopard coat is politically incorrect these days. Oh well.
My bucket got rusty and developed a huge hole in it. I no longer worry about having regrets because although I’ve made many mistakes, in retrospect I did the best I could at the time given what I was working with. Nevertheless, I’m still certain that Halle Berry would think I am the best.