November 18, 2017

Disgarding debris one word at a time.

My name is Mark and on February 10, 2010 my life changed forever when I had a beautiful son come into this world. Just when things were going well in life my life changed again forever on July 15th, 2014 I lost my wife of 17 years to Pancreatitis. After 2.5 months in the ICU at 2 hospitals she finally left me and my son alone in this world. Life got busy, REAL busy. At the time my son was four and did not really understand. He is six now and brings her up often when we talk. We both miss her, and we talk about her but we have to go on and live. I am thankful to have him as a reminder of her and the life we had together.  But enough of the bad stuff, lets move on to the good stuff. Its been almost 2 years since then, I have been seeing someone for a while now and we go through some bumps, no fights yet *knock on wood* minor disagreements but that’s small stuff. She has a daughter that’s 11 and she is tall as a 15 year old. Her daughter and my son get along wonderfully and I feel like I got a good reset at living a good life.

I grew up in Rochester, NY and live in a close suburb of it today. The house I grew up is on the west side near the defunct Mapledale Party house is still there. The neighborhood is run down and it’s depressing. Memories of riding my bike and playing with my other friends on the surrounding back yards flood my thoughts if I take a detour through that area. I can’t explain how thankful I am that my mother moved out of that area before it went really downhill. I can’t imagine driving through that area at 11pm at night in present times, and I shock myself thinking how I would ride my bike around there way after the sun went down. One of my fondest memories was building large snow forts in the large parking lot behind our houses, then throwing circular saw blades at each others fort… While people hid in them. I just roll my eyes thinking about that, it trumps all the fireworks stories.

Since I was a kid I was always fascinated with cars and trucks. Trains, planes and boats did not really interest me and to this day I never want to ever own a boat. But cars… That is another story. I have found I have an odd taste in cars. I am not into the Porsche/Ferrari/Lambo or exotic cars. I just like cool cars, GM stuff from the late 80’s to the early 2000’s like the Syclone/Typhoon truck, or the Grand National…, the 80’s ChryCo/Dodge 2.2 Turbo cars. I have never and will never want to own a brand new single digit odometer off the showroom floor car. But an affordable “force fed” car or something limited production that’s easily affordable… That’s my happy place.

I love to tinker with stuff, I have a welder, grinders, saws… my garage is a guys garage without the pictures of bikini babes because well, there is not much room on the walls.

I recently got into golf this summer taking a break from summer bowling in Sport-Shot leagues. New clubs, went a little over budget and hoping these last me 10+ years.  Golf is HARD. I don’t care what anyone says… It is like bowling on TV, It looks easy on TV but in reality its hard.