Ingredients for a Cousins Christmas Eve

A 21st century version of Outburst.

Freshly baked buns.

Just add meat.

Grape salad.

Just add pecans.

A boy and a train.

Oh, yeah, and these are ready to go in the oven.

And much, much more!

Thanksgiving '13

No one does a relish tray like my family.

Bread and meat, what more do you need?

Fruit salad, of course.

I made this corn casserole. Isn't it glorious?

Roaster of gravy.

Thank you, Mr. Bird. You lived a good life.

The full spread.

I have to say, I liked the square plate. The portions are so linear.

Elaine's Pie Crust: A Lesson in Pictures

I'm skipping the part about mixing the dough because it's boring.

Also, I wasn't there for the dough mixing part.

I'm not going to bother with writing a bunch of text.

Just do what she's doing.

I think this fork part is important.

Perfection!

Review: It Happened in Wisconsin

It Happened in Wisconsin by Ken Moraff

My rating: 1 of 5 stars


I checked this little winner out from the Amazon Prime lending library.

It's about a 1930s minor league team known as the Racine Robins, who aren't so much baseball players as they are crusaders seeking to right the wrongs put upon good, hard-working Americans by evil corporations. They don't have a manager, drive their own bus, and keep only enough of their gate to subsist on. The rest of the profits go to helping the poor and the hungry. And probably paying labor bosses although the book doesn't explicitly say so.

The writing is actually good enough in the first few chapters to get you interested in the characters and their backgrounds. But then you get to the halfway point of the book and realize that. . . nothing is going to happen in the book. It's just a vehicle for socialist propaganda. I finished reading it anyways, and I was right.

The book is narrated by a nameless member of the team, who by his account was a star pitcher although who knows because there was maybe three pages of actual baseball action in this book. He speaks retrospectively of the good ol' days when he and his best friends/teammates were out to save the world from greed. In present days, he's a sad old man in a rest home who passes the time perving over his young nurse.

I don't necessarily disagree with all of the ideals put forth in this book, but there's a reason in society why businesses aren't managed by the people, for the people. It's because it doesn't work. There's a reason teams have managers. It's because they would suck otherwise.

But in the author's well-crafted cheesy Wisconsin bubble, all the players are completely selfless and never seek their own interest! And of course, they are also all good enough to play in the major leagues, if only they were willing to stoop so low! And so, in the pages of this idealistic tale, it works perfectly! It's only fiction, after all!

(There are so many exclamation points in this book!)

The arguments against "the system" are interesting for awhile, but the author just continues to beat you over the head with them, again and again and again, until mercifully, the pages go all white. I'm assuming that meant the book was over and not that I was beaten into submission.

There's a subplot involving the narrator's lost love. But is it really a subplot when there is no main plot? That's a question to ponder on when you're not out organizing labor unions.





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Review: Slow Getting Up

Nate Jackson wrote a book about his football career. Never heard of him? Yeah, most people, even football fans, probably aren't familiar with the guy. He wasn't a superstar, or even a starter. He was a reserve wide receiver and tight end who saw most of his action on special teams. I was only familiar with him because he spent the bulk of his playing career in Denver. And honestly, the main reason I read it was for a peek behind the curtains of my favorite NFL team.

He writes extensively about the brutality of NFL life and the various injuries he suffered throughout his professional career, which began as an undrafted free agent with the San Francisco 49ers, included a season in NFL Europe, and ended with with the Las Vegas Locos of the UFL after he failed to catch on for one more NFL tour with the Cleveland Browns. And how he didn't want to stop playing despite the horrible beating his body was taking.


He makes a point in the book that fans become detached from the realities of football because they participate through a television screen. Think about it - you turn it on, watch the game, and then turn it off. It's very similar to any other television program. The characters disappear from your screen until the next time you turn it on - at what point do players become no more than a fictional being? I'm sure fantasy football and video games only contribute to this warped sense of reality.

Football is a violent game and that many of yesterday's heroes are suffering horrible consequences for their participation in the game. Some of them choose to end their lives prematurely rather than continue living with their damaged body. But. . . no one is forcing any of them to play. They could walk away at any time if they chose. Some of them do. However, the money is really, really, good, which makes it hard. There's also something about the thrill of competing at such a high level that many of us can't quite relate to.

Nate tries to explain why he kept pushing to play professional football, even though he had plenty of valid reasons to quit. I don't know that he's a great writer, but his insights make for interesting reading.

I'd recommend it for Broncos fans. I appreciated his thoughts on why the Broncos lost the 2005 AFC Championship Game loss to the Pittsburgh Steelers, how important Gary Kubiak was as an assistant to the success of the Broncos, and the dangerous effects of John Elway Nostalgia.

It's a little coarse language-wise. I'm not sure why the authors of these behind-the-scenes NFL books feel the need to illustrate their tales with so many dirty words. Look ma, I'm an NFL player, because I can talk like one! It's one thing not to be able to express yourself without profanity verbally, but it's another to be unable to do it on a keyboard.

Walking in the Springs

Twice a year, I spend about a week in downtown Colorado Springs for work. It's kind of an interesting place. I brought my camera along the other day and decided to take a few photos for the blog. The first one is a picture of the side of V Bar. The colorful mural was added three or four years ago.

Here we have a picture of Phantom Canyon Brewing Company. It's an easy walk from our client and so we've often had lunch here through the years. We never refer to it by the actual name - we call it "the brewpub". They have pretty good food but I can't speak as to the quality of the brew.

 This statue is up the street from the brewpub - I'm actually not sure who it is supposed to be and I didn't walk over and read the plaque. I'm so lazy! Maybe I'll do it next time.

Street preaching seems pretty common in downtown Colorado Springs. Maybe it's common in Denver as well, although I rarely visit downtown Denver so I wouldn't really be the one to ask. I like that people often seem to stop and engage (argue) with the preacher.








This is the marquee at one of the night spots. Oh, if we only could have stuck around long enough for the Hootenanny! I'm sure it would have been epic.

And here's a shot of the intersection of Kiowa and Cascade. The church is St. Mary's Catholic Cathedral. It's pretty big.

So in conclusion, I'm not a great photographer. There were many other interesting things to see on my walk around the block (especially people) but I felt weird walking around snapping pictures. I guess you can't really have many inhibitions if you want to be a great photographer.

My Manning Manifesto

Here's the deal. Twenty-nine years ago, as a young boy, I became a Denver Broncos fan. The year was 1984, John Elway was in just his second year as a pro, the Broncos won thirteen games, lost just three, and took the AFC West. I've been with them ever since, through Super Bowl defeats and Super Bowl triumphs, through Josh McDaniels and Tebowmania.

Peyton Manning was an enemy. The Colts crushed the Broncos in the playoffs in consecutive seasons (2003 and 2004) and were a major obstacle to AFC supremacy for most of the decade. I tired of hearing about Peyton Manning and the Colts and how great they were. I didn't care about Peyton and his commercials and SNL appearances. I cheered when Tracy Porter intercepted his pass in the Super Bowl and returned it for a touchdown, thus depriving him of a second Super Bowl ring.

On March 20, 2012, these two worlds collided when Peyton Manning, having been released by the Colts after sitting out a year due to injury, signed a free-agent contract with the Denver Broncos.

I was definitely in favor of the move and thrilled that he picked the Broncos over 30 other NFL teams. After all, we had just suffered through the turmoil of 2006-2011 which included Jake Plummer's benching, Brandon Marshall's continuous off-field drama, the murder of Darrent Williams, the firing of Mike Shanahan, the ill-advised hiring of Josh McDaniels, the trade of Jay Cutler, and the Tim Tebow Experiment. The Broncos didn't make a playoff appearance from 2006 through 2010, their longest stretch since the 1970s. And even though John Fox, Von Miller, and Tim Tebow led the Broncos to a playoff win over the Steelers in 2011, it was apparent that John Elway wanted Tim Tebow as his quarterback about as much as he wanted Dan Reeves as his offensive coordinator.

However, I remained very reserved in my excitement. Who knew how he was going to come back from his injury? And who knew how things were going to mesh together in Denver? I certainly didn't rush out to buy a #18 jersey.

Things got off to a rough start last season, but once the Broncos finished the year with 11 consecutive wins and earned home-field advantage in the playoffs, I finally decided that I was fully on board with these Manning-led Broncos, and I was excited to follow them on their journey to the Super Bowl.

But then came January 12, 2013, when the Baltimore Ravens came to town and upset the heavily favored Broncos 38-35 in double overtime. I lashed out at Peyton Manning on Facebook after the game, calling him the "greatest regular-season quarterback of all-time." Because what had happened to Colts fans so many times had just happened once again, to Bronco fans. After watching our team put on a show all season, we suddenly found ourselves flat on our backs, the rug to yanked right out from beneath us. I was mad Peyton couldn't come through in the clutch and win a cold weather came on his home field. I was frustrated that despite all of the fanfare that came with his arrival, he didn't get any further in the playoffs than Tim Tebow had the year before.

So my feelings towards Peyton Manning have been much like the weather was on that day - icy.

On Sunday there's a big game, with Peyton Manning returning to his old stadium to lead the undefeated Broncos against the 4-2 Colts on Sunday Night Football. Colts owner Jim Irsay made some remarks this past week that some construed as a shot against Manning and his postseason failures. Will Peyton use the remarks to go up and light up his old team on the football field?

It will be entertaining if he does. But it won't prove anything.

We all know Peyton Manning can dominate the NFL's 16-game regular season like no other. Some great things have happened already this season. Seven touchdown passes in a game. Setting a new Broncos single-game scoring record. Back-to-back 50-point games. Winning a shootout against Tony Romo and the Cowboys. An 11 to 1 touchdown-to-interception ratio. A seventeenth consecutive regular-season win. Whatever they're going to do to the Colts tomorrow night. 

Barring an absolute disaster, the Broncos will make the playoffs this season. But what will happen when the calendar flips over to January?

Based on how the early part of the season has gone, here are some possible locations for Broncos playoff games in January: Denver, Kansas City, New England, Cincinnati, and Indianapolis. Only Indianapolis has a dome, and there is a good chance the weather will be cold in the other cities. The Super Bowl, should the Broncos make it that far, will be held in New York. Peyton and the Broncos will probably have to win at least one playoff game in adverse conditions if they plan on hoisting the Lombardi Trophy in February.

The passing game will not be as effective in cold weather. Do the Broncos possess a good enough running game? Knowshon Moreno has put up some decent numbers, but how effective would he be without the threat of the passing game? Would the combination of Moreno, Ronnie Hillman, and Montee Ball be able to carry the team on their backs if needed? I don't think Bronco fans can feel good about the answers to any of those questions.


I'm not getting too excited about anything these Broncos do right now. I don't want to sound like a jerk, but Peyton has to prove to me that he can win big in the postseason in order to win me over completely. (How's that for a spoiled fan? That's what Super Bowls and Hall of Fame QBs do to you.) I hope he can pull it off - he needs another Super Bowl for his legacy. I'm a fan all the way, but I have my doubts about this team. It will be interesting to see how it all plays out.

An Evening with Brian Regan

My sister-in-law Jodi spearheaded a trip to Red Rocks to see Brian Regan at Red Rocks on August 9. This is a picture of all of us on the way in - me, Elizabeth, my nephew Andrew, my sister-in-law Dorothy, my brother-in-law Will, and the aforementioned Jodi.

Here's a picture of the stage from our seats. I took a lot of pictures while we were waiting, but none of them came out that great. This was our second trip to Red Rocks - we also lucked into tickets to see the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in 2009.

A lot of Mormons like Brian Regan, too. This may have been the largest assemblage of Mormons in 2013 outside of General Conference, although I cannot verify that as truth. I'm glad he has enough of a following to be able to fill a venue like Red Rocks. It shows that there is a market for comedians that don't need to use f-bombs or talk about genitalia to get laughs. It was a good show, although I can't really recall any of the jokes. He did trot out the "spelling bee" bit which is on his CD - I do remember that much.

Lastly, here's a picture of these three sisters at the show. The one on the left is in fact, not Inspector Gadget. Anyways, it was a fun night out to see Brian Regan live and in person.

Review: Coming Clean

I recently finished this book - it only took me like 10 days. I'm not sure what's going on because I can spend months on end laboring through a fiction title and it literally seems like work to have to read one. But then I get totally mesmerized by a nonfiction book such as this one and fly right through it. Yeah, I don't totally get it either.

The author grew up the child of hoarders, before cable TV taught the world that hoarding was an an actual psychological disorder. The gritty details are almost unbelievable (that is if you've never seen A&E's "Hoarders") - rats, sludge, strangers in the attic, visits from child protective services, and much more. I found it interesting how it affected even the most basic functions of her life. Not only did she have to live in a filthy dumphole, but also she couldn't bathe, eat, sleep, or use the bathroom in a normal way. By the time she reached high school, she had to go to some lengths to hide the horrific conditions she lived in from her friends.

She was driven to succeed in school and in life because she wanted something different for herself. However, she spends a good portion of the book talking about how her parents' living habits continued to affect her life even after she reached adulthood and had a career and a place of her own. I won't get into any details except to say that she has some awesome friends and the situation with her parents reminds me of the line from the Eagles song "Hotel California" - "You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. . ."

It's worth a read, if you're interested in that sort of thing.

My Annual Mile High Excursion

Once per year, I usually have the opportunity to attend a Broncos preseason game. My boss and his friend have seasons tickets, and like most season ticket holders they prefer to unload them for free on whoever wants to go. He offered me tickets for the preseason finale against the Arizona Cardinals. You know, the game where the starters play very little, if at all. The seats aren't too bad - they are in the east stands, upper level, 50-yard line. And I got the parking pass - which is more awesome than it sounds - it makes getting home so much easier than messing around with the light rail.

The Broncos have a huge new video board. Here's a picture. It's truly enormous.

Here's a fun picture of the sun setting behind the stadium. As the saying goes, "If God's not a Broncos fan, then why are sunsets orange?"

This was part of the halftime festivities. It's a kid's team playing some Mascot All-Stars. Of course Miles was there, along with Rocky from the Denver Nuggets. I guess Dinger was busy, or too much of a loser. Also, that's Arby's Curly Fries straddling the 10-yard line. He had no arms.

Here's a shot from the real game. Peyton Manning didn't play at all. Brock Osweiler started at QB, and gave way to Zac Dysert in the second half. The Broncos came from ahead to lose this one. Usually when I go to these preseason games you can spot several jerseys of the opposing team throughout the stadium. However, there were precious few Cardinals fans there. I could have probably counted the ones I saw on my two hands.

Here we are enjoying our time at the game. Maybe someday I'll luck into some regular season tickets.

My Third 14er

That's Grays Peak right there. I'm pretty sure it is, anyways. I didn't really know where the trail was leading on the way up.

I wish I had a ton more pictures to share of this trek, but unfortunately despite my best efforts to be totally prepared, one of the things I forgot was to charge my camera battery. So it died shortly after I took this picture.

I did this hike August 31 with a bunch of Boy Scouts and dads. And I'm just now getting around to memorializing it midway through October.

I didn't want to go. Mainly because I spent last Labor Day weekend also doing a 14er - Mount Elbert - and it was mostly a hateful experience. I was sucking wind all the way to the top and my feet got so trashed that every single step on the way down was painful. I was surprised at how difficult it had been - a far cry from the 14er I'd done when I was about 17. I was pretty sure that I was going to retire from doing any more 14ers, especially after learning that Elbert is rated among the easiest of 14ers.

Until this one came up. The Scoutmaster had laid down the law that every scout under the age of 14 had to be accompanied by a parent, so that the scout would have someone to descend with him in case he became ill from the altitude. As luck would have it, my boy does not turn 14 until November.

I determined that I was going to approach this one differently. I didn't know if it would help, but I knew I had to take precautions to hopefully minimize the pain. I knew that I wanted some hiking poles this time around, so I went and acquired an inexpensive pair for about $25. I also splurged on some bamboo socks. And I wore hiking boots instead of my other shoes which are supposedly for hiking but didn't do me any favors last time. The hiking boots were nothing fancy, I've had them for about 10 years and rarely use them for anything other than shoveling snow.

My experience was so much better this time. It was a workout, to be sure, but with breathers and snacks I maintained a good pace, and before I knew it, I was only a couple of switchbacks from the peak! It snuck up on me a little bit - I think psychology plays a big role in 14ers. Mount Elbert was also treacherous because of the endless false peaks.

Here's a picture at the summit. I had to lean on a friend to take a picture of us on top with the Which Wich bag so that we can bring it in for a free sandwich. I'm not including that one here so that you don't try to impersonate me and claim my free sandwich. The weather was nice on top and it was good to just hang out and eat for awhile, unlike on top of Elbert where it was borderline snowing.

Some others of our group also did Torreys Peak. I let my son choose if we did it or not - he chose no. So I'll blame him for our failure to bag both 14ers on the same day! It did look pretty daunting from where we sat, and I believe those who did climb it had to come down right away because the weather was turning.

Coming back down was far less painful than last year. The poles helped immensely, but also my feet and legs didn't hurt nearly as much. I think the whole hike lasted a total of about 8 hours. And when I finished, I was thinking about doing a 14er again rather than cursing the whole experience.

I'll give equal credit to my new poles, my bamboo socks, and my boots. The mental preparedness helped too. Another factor could have been that I spent about 3 of the 10 days beforehand painting the outside of our house, so I was up and down a ladder constantly. Unintentional conditioning? Maybe.

So I've spent a little time thinking about doing it again next year - maybe a family trip next time? We'll see.

Who in the Sam Hill is Sam Hill?

A phrase that I often heard growing up, usually from my dad, was "What in the Sam Hill is going on?" and I've always wondered where it came from.

Well, wonder no more, because I looked it up.

"Sam Hill" is a euphemism or minced oath for "devil" or "hell". (Obviously)

But one might ask, "What in the Sam Hill is a minced oath?"

A minced oath is apparently a type of euphemism, unique to profanities. Gosh, darn, heck, dang, dadgummit, crap, and jeez louise would all be examples of minced oaths.

There are many theories on exactly where the "Sam Hill" comes from. One that seems plausible refers to a store owner named Sam Hill who offered an unusual array of items. It became commonplace to ask, "What in the Sam Hill is that?" upon finding something out of the ordinary. Apparently Sam Hill's building is still standing in Prescott, Arizona. It's ranked #2 of 21 attractions in Prescott, according to TripAdvisor, so if you're ever there. . .

There's another story about the adjutant general of Kentucky, Samuel Ewing Hill. He was sent by the governor to investigate the feud between the Hatfields and the McCoys in 1887. Because the situation had attracted so much media attention, the entire country waited with bated breath to hear "What in the Sam Hill was going on."

So, cute stories, but who knows if either of them are true. There are other ideas out there too if you want to look at the Wikipedia entry for Sam Hill, which is exactly what I did.

Thank goodness for the internet. I only have been waiting for this information for 30 years.

Today

Whew! Writing a post everyday might get tough. I'm working on getting some stuff queued up. The sports stuff comes out easily - but I'm trying to avoid writing too much about sports.

Meanwhile, snow on the ground this morning in Denver. It didn't stick around, but having to brush snow off your car to go to work on October 4th may not be a good sign for the upcoming months. I really don't want to ever complain about receiving moisture, with water the precious resource it is, but I fear all the snow shoveling and tedious morning commutes in my future.

I remember the first winter after moving back to Colorado seven years ago - it snowed about every weekend for two months straight. Are we headed for another one of those winters?

Elway & Kosar

Bernie Kosar is in the news, and it's not good. I saw Bernie on an ESPN documentary called "Broke" a few months ago discussing his bankruptcy. You could say post-football life has not been good to him.

Meanwhile, the last time I saw John Elway was this past Sunday, standing on the sideline at Sports Authority Field at Mile High, watching the Denver Broncos close out a 52-20 thrashing of the Philadelphia Eagles. He's in his third year as an executive with the Broncos, having helped rebuild them into a Super Bowl contender.

When I was a boy, I had a book about John Elway and Bernie Kosar - I believe I acquired it from a school book fair. It gave details of their lives and athletic careers - one half was devoted to Elway, the other to Kosar. I'm pretty sure I still have it somewhere at my parents' house. Although it would be unfair to consider them equal in athletic skill, the two were at the very least contemporaries, rivals forever linked by two football games in the late 1980s.

On January 11, 1987, Bernie Kosar had his Cleveland Browns five minutes away from the Super Bowl. The Browns were leading the Denver Broncos 20-13, and the Broncos were backed up against their own goal line, surrounded by an exultant Cleveland crowd. But then, John Elway executed what became known simply as "The Drive", directing his team 98 yards for the tying touchdown. The Broncos went on to win the game in overtime, 23-20, and advanced to Super Bowl XXI in Pasadena, California.

The Broncos lost that Super Bowl, but both the Browns and Broncos were back the next year, and this time the AFC Championship was being decided in Denver. This time the Broncos were leading by a touchdown late in the fourth quarter, but the Browns were in position to tie the score. Browns running back Earnest Byner took a handoff from Kosar, but lost the ball inside the Broncos' five-yard line. His fumble was recovered by the Broncos, who held on for a 38-33 victory and earned a second consecutive Super Bowl trip. The play went down in history as "The Fumble".

The Browns and the Broncos met once again in the AFC championship, two years later. This time the Broncos won easily and headed to the Super Bowl for the third time in four seasons.

Although the Broncos did not win any of those three Super Bowls, Elway played another nine seasons in Denver and finally won two Super Bowls following the 1997 and 1998 seasons. He was the MVP of Super Bowl XXXIII and retired a few months later. He was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame in 2004 and was hired as the executive vice president of football operations for the Broncos following the 2010 season, and persuaded Peyton Manning to sign with the Broncos in 2012. The Broncos have a 17-4 record with Elway and Manning on the payroll, and have won 15 consecutive regular season games.

Kosar was released by the Browns midway through the 1993 season. He went to Dallas, and earned a Super Bowl ring as a backup quarterback. He then finished his career with three seasons as a backup on the Miami Dolphins. Cleveland temporarily lost football when Art Modell moved his team to Baltimore following the 1995 season and renamed them the Ravens. Although the Browns returned to the NFL a few years later, they still have yet to play in a Super Bowl. And they haven't even advanced as far as the AFC championship game since the loss to the Broncos in January of 1990.

I've done all this setup to ask one question:

What if "The Drive" had never happened?

What if Elway's 3rd-and-18 pass to Mark Jackson had fallen incomplete? What if Elway's famous touchdown pass to Mark Jackson had been batted down at the line of scrimmage, bringing up a 4th-and-1? What if the Cleveland defense had managed a goal-line stand to stave off the Broncos threat? Would we instead be talking about "The Stand"?

The Browns may not have fared any better than the Broncos against the New York Giants in the Super Bowl that year, but what kind of momentum would the franchise have gained from the victory? Would they, like the Broncos, have repeated as AFC Champions the following year? Would Kosar have finished his career in Cleveland, like Elway did? Would he have won a Super Bowl at some point? Would Art Modell still have needed to leave town in order to get a stadium built? Would Kosar still be experiencing the same post-career problems?

And what about the Broncos? It's hard to imagine, given the remarkable ability of John Elway, that he wouldn't have found success anyways. But could have been him, instead of Kosar, who was forced out of town in the early 1990s? Would the Broncos have Peyton Manning as their quarterback today?

It's impossible to know the answers, of course.

But I believe the events of January 11, 1987 most certainly had an impact in determining the trajectory of these two franchises. However, the degree of the effect remains up for debate.

I will submit that up to that date, Cleveland and Denver were both good-but-not-great NFL franchises. But once we experienced "The Drive" it put the Broncos on a course to become one of the truly dominant franchises in modern NFL history. The Browns have regressed over the last two decades, their recent history littered with failure and busted draft picks. So you decide.

As for the two men, that's even harder to determine. They had different upbringings, different skills sets, and their success was somewhat tied to the quality of the team around them and the ability and willingness of team ownership to invest money in winning. Kosar had the game won for Cleveland, and then had to stand by and watch his defense allow the opponent to march 98 yards for a touchdown. For Elway, "The Drive"  became the foundation of his legendary professional career.

What about us? Can one singular event change the course of our lives? Sure it can, either through our own good or bad choices or through the intersection of our lives with the lives of others (right place at the right time, or wrong place at the wrong time). Sometimes we realize these divergent paths, and other times it may not even occur to us. What we never know is what was really behind Door #2.

Oh, Brother!

The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is known for having its own unique terminology and customs. New members might be perplexed to find that a "stake center" is not a "steak center" and even more seasoned members may not be able to tell you the difference between PEC and BYC. And MTC is not the acronym for Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

In the church, it is customary to use titles when addressing other members, i.e. Brother Black and Sister Snow rather than using first names only. Missionaries use the titles "Elder" or "Sister" and local priesthood leaders go by "Bishop" or "President". It's a way of showing respect for the office they hold, not unlike the way "Pastor" or "Father" are used in other churches. When we use "Brother" or "Sister" it is used both as a show of respect but also as a reminder to us that we are all spiritual brothers and sisters, children of one Heavenly Father.

And I'm okay with all of that.

Except for one little part.

I don't like it to be used on me. I don't hold any position in the church that would necessitate a special title, but I don't like being addressed as "Brother". And I've found that I'm quite casual about bypassing the convention myself, which makes me wonder how other members feel about me using their first names.

Image Courtesy of David Castillo Dominici/FreeDigitalPhotos.net

In some situations, I still find it entirely appropriate. Children should speak to adult members using "Brother" or "Sister". And if you are approaching someone much older than yourself, who you don't know well, it's also probably a good idea. And of course, using titles for church leaders is always the way to go.

But if someone who is approximately my own age uses "Brother" it kind of bothers me. It doesn't imply a brother/sister type closeness at all. Instead, it feels like they are establishing that our relationship is church-only. They aren't comfortable with me. They don't want to know me on a more personal level. It's almost like they are putting up a barrier. For me, using the first name feels welcoming.   "Church or no church, we're friends".

I'm not saying that I'm right and everyone should agree. I talked to my wife about this and she doesn't agree with me at all. And we typically agree on stuff. I'm sure that I am overthinking the matter and that not everyone perceives it the same way that I do.

October!

Today begins the best month of the year. I might be a little biased because my birthday is this month. But I wonder if October would still be my favorite month if my birthday was in December or May. Because there are many other things to love about this month.

For one, the weather is perfect. A little crispness in the air, but it's still nice enough for outdoors activities. You don't really have to run fans or a/c to keep it cool in your car or your house, but it's not really time to turn on the heater yet, so it keeps utility bills down for a bit.

It's a pretty decent sports month. Football season is in full swing, and it's still early enough that your team still has hope! Baseball, which loses relevance for a lot of people about mid-summer, means something again as the drama of the playoffs returns. The World Series is at the end of the month - one of the major sporting events of the entire year.

Halloween falls at the end of the month - it's not really a necessary "holiday" - but isn't it great to have a day that's not about commemorating or memorializing? I like Halloween, but I'm just not very good at Halloween, if that makes any sense. . . perhaps I will expound on that thought for a future post.

For me, the fall represents a time of renewal more than the new year or the spring. I work in public accounting, and I've taken to referring to October 16th as Accountant's New Year. October 15th is generally the extended due date for Form 1040, so by that date we will have completed all of our 2012 returns. (At least for those clients who are choosing to stay on the right side of the law.) I can get every file out of my office, throw most of the extra paper away, and start working on 2013. It's so great!

So it's my goal to do a blog post every day this month - I think about writing something for the blog frequently and sometimes even start a post, but struggle to get the words down, and eventually give up and never finish. So I'm going to attempt to get back in the groove, because there is a lot going on that I want to share. . . although if I ever had any readers they've probably forgotten all about me.

I Went to Bon Jovi

Bon Jovi at Pepsi Center 4/16/13

I'm 37 years old and just went to my first "rock concert" a couple of weeks ago - Bon Jovi. I don't really have anything against going to concerts, I've just never really had occasion to go. I grew up in a rural area where the nearest concerts going on would have been the Colorado State Fair in Pueblo, which we never ever went to. And then I've been married and poor for pretty much the last 15 years. So this was, as they say, a "special treat", actually a Christmas gift from my parents.

Bon Jovi has always kind of been my favorite band. I'm not sure exactly why - I just liked their music. I first started listening around '91 or '92, which admittedly was three to five years past their peak. The album that got me hooked was New Jersey. They released Keep the Faith when I was in high school, and it was certainly more mature music at that point, Jon had cut his hair, the signature song was "Bed of Roses", and I kind of sensed that Bon Jovi was sort of "uncool" at that point but I kept listening anyway probably because I too was uncool.

Wib came along to the concert and as usual is so nice to like most of the things I like. She did a retelling of the story of the girl from her school who went to a Bon Jovi concert back in the eighties and then came to school and gave an in-depth recap of everything that happened. She was also wondering as we people- watched before the concert started how many of the ladies had been flashers back in the 80's. We went in this crappy place called Brooklyn's across the street before they opened the arena and I'm pretty sure we saw several women in there who fit that bill.


There was a pretty good helping of the newer (which for me, is everything post-1995) stuff. I freely admit that I haven't really kept up with much of their new stuff and so a lot of it I was hearing for the first time.

Of course, there's no way they were leaving the Pepsi Center that night without treating us to the old classics: "Livin' on a Prayer", "You Give Love a Bad Name", "Wanted Dead or Alive", "Bad Medicine", and "I'll Be There for You".  And they didn't disappoint. They also included other well-known songs such as "Runaway", "Born to Be My Baby", "Keep the Faith", and "Bed of Roses".

There were a few notable omissions. They didn't do "Blaze of Glory", "Always", or "Lay Your Hands on Me". I was thinking during the concert that it must be nice to be an established band with a 30-year catalog of records to pull from. They can totally be like, 'yeah, that was a huge hit, but we don't need it tonight' and it's okay. If you're a newer band you probably don't have that luxury. Of course, this was my first concert so what do I know?

They pulled out a few lesser-known numbers from the earlier albums such as "Blood on Blood" and "Dry County" and it kind of made me feel like a true fan that I was familiar with them. Of course, if I knew that they were going to be pulling from the second tier on those early albums, I might have preferred to hear, "Wild is the Wind" or "Never Say Goodbye".

Bon Jovi was sufficiently loud, although maybe a bit much at some points. Not that it was too loud for me, but it seemed to be affecting the sound quality during a few songs. I guess you can buy earplugs at the concert, so maybe that helps soften it up a bit. I don't know.

The absence of Richie Sambora was noticed but not explained. I had to look up online afterwards to find out that he had left the tour for unexplained reasons a few months ago. Jon mentioned his replacement a time or two, and it sounded like he was saying "Felix" and I thought that was an interesting name for a lead guitarist. But I also found out by looking online that his actual name is "Phil X". Kind of the same thing, I guess.

Of course we bought concert t-shirts, for a cool $45 each. Because who knows when you'll ever be at another Bon Jovi concert? I passed on the $30 program, though.

The crowd, at least where we were sitting, definitely seemed to skew towards the middle-aged. This might be a little aggressive of an estimate, but I'd guess that 90% of the crowd was born between 1960 and 1979. A lady sitting in front of us was totally on her feet rocking for the first two songs. And then she was pretty much done for the remaining 2 1/2 hours, kicking back with nachos to enjoy the rest.

Like his fans, Jon Bon Jovi is definitely showing some age. He looked a little Mick Jagger-ish at times, but then he would flash the trademark smile and you'd know it was okay. He's not actually Mick Jagger. Although they did do a brief cover of "Start Me Up."

Jon was a good sport to come out for the second encore wearing a Broncos t-shirt. It must be exhausting to be a rock star - singing your heart out and dancing around for three hours, being congenial to the fans. I'd be tired after 40 minutes and I'm not sure I'd be able to put on a shirt of some team I hate and feel good about it. Of course, I guess Jon Bon Jovi and John Elway are buddies from their Arena League days, so maybe he doesn't do that everywhere.

Anyways, it was a good time. I kind of wish it had been a couple of weeks later. It fell the day after tax season ended, so I was a little low on energy. Oh, well, I guess they don't plan their tour around the needs of accountants.