I’m slowly but steadily (more accurate that surely) working my way through my bucket list.
Number One place to go was the Normandy Beaches and battle sites, which I made it to last summer. A magnificent trip, all in all, including 3 days in Paris, a trip to Monet’s gardens, a wine tour in the Loire valley, Neolithic ruins in Carnac, and finally seeing the Bayeaux Tapestry. But Omaha Beach is sacred ground to me. Sainte-Mere-Eglise. Pointe du Hoc.
Yesterday I visited the Vietnam Memorial. I fully expected to go to Vietnam when I got out of college, but they had stopped sending people over by then. Luckiest thing that ever happened to me, even if it took a few years to appreciate it. But all of the officers and NCOs at my first duty assignment were Vietnam veterans. The war colored my life, as it did everyone who lived through it. Visiting the memorial brought some closure to that part of my life.
Publishing a novel. Barring unforeseen circumstances, that’s going to happen this year. Doesn’t bring closure so much as hunger. But still a big check mark.
Writing a song that is performed in public. I’ve seriously knocked that one in the head by now, with a couple of dozen to my credit. Including the music for a musical that was performed in The Woodlands, even if only once. I’ll never be any better than an amateur songwriter, that doesn’t bother me (being nothing better than an amateur novelist — that would bother me a lot).
Writing a blog was NOT on the bucket list. Maybe I should add it after the fact, so I can check it off? Nah, that’s cheating.
Guess I better get more serious about formalizing my list. I’ve always wanted to do the Scotch Highland Distillery trail. Romance or mere depravity? Guess I better decide.