Sunday, May 13, 2012

I Know You Don't Like Tattoos...

Dear Mom,

I know you don’t like tattoos, but this tattoo is for you.

Artwork and tattoo by: Chad Smith @ www.americanvengeancetattoo.com
I got this tattoo so that every time I look in the mirror or down at my arm, I will think of you.  Every time I see it, I will be reminded of all the good things about me that I learned from you.

Let me explain…

The horseshoe represents two things.  First, it represents passion.  I have watched you love horses for almost my entire life…  I’ve seen them make you laugh, cry, be more angry then I’ve ever seen, make money, loose money, gain and loose friends and take you places that you may not have been able to go other wise… All the while, you never lost your love for them.  Thank you for teaching me passion.  Second, the horseshoe represents changing luck.  I’ve watched you experience good times and bad, financially, emotionally, with relationships and in almost every other area of your life.  I know a big part of that has to do with luck.  No matter what, you just played the cards you were dealt.  Thank you for teaching me that sometimes you have good luck and sometimes bad.

That brings me to the next part of the tattoo… On the bottom of the horseshoe, you will see the words “Never Give Up” written.  You will notice that the words are backwards.  No, I did not take this photo in a mirror and no my tattoo artist was not drinking.  I had “Never Give Up” tattooed on my arm backwards on purpose so that every time I see it in the mirror, I can read it.  Every time I read it, I can hear you saying “Never Give Up”.  I’ve watched you power thru situations with your head down and teeth clinched that most people wouldn’t have even attempted to complete.  Thank you for encouraging me to never give up on anything.

The star in the middle of the tattoo reminds me of your independence.  You’ve always been one to go your own way and it has encouraged me to do the same.  Marching to the beat of a different drum doesn’t always gain the favor of the masses, but I’m glad I’m different in every single way that I am.  Thank you for teaching me to be my own person.

A big part of who I am has to do with my love for the outdoors.  The mountains in the tattoo reminds me of the freedom you gave me as a little boy to go exploring in the woods, climb high up to the top of those tall Georgia Pines, play outside until after the street lights came on (when all the other kids had to go inside) and taking me on long horseback rides and camping trips in the State Forests on the East Coast.  You will notice that the mountains are steep, but at the top, there is a bright sunrise.  This reminds me again to never give up, because if you just keep going when things get hard, the reward will feel so good that you will forget about the pain that you experienced to get there.  Thank you SO MUCH for teaching me to love the outdoors.

On the left side of the horseshoe, you see a beautiful Texas Bluebonnet.  No matter where we have been in the world, you’ve always kept that Texas twang that until recent years, I had no idea why you were so proud of.  Well, now I’m a grown man and I understand, like you, that I can’t think of another place I’d rather be from.  Thank you for teaching me to be proud of my roots.

On the right side of the horseshoe, you see an oak branch.  Oak is the timeless symbol of strength, and in this tattoo, it represents the strength of our relationship.  We don’t talk to each other or see each other as much as most sons and mothers, but that’s ok.  I know you’re always there and would be by my side in the blink of an eye if I needed you.  You’ve encouraged me to pursue crazy dreams, set lofty goals, fight through failures and celebrate success.  You’ve proven to me time and time again that when no one else is there for me, there you will be, right by my side.  I cannot put into words how confident I am facing the challenges of my life knowing that you are right behind me the whole time.  Thank you for always loving me, standing behind me and ALWAYS being my friend.

By the way... I got this tattoo in two sessions over a three day period (it took my tattoo artist and me about 18 months to think about and design, about 5 hours of tattooing, and, yes, it hurt like *!#%).  On the first day, exactly five minutes before my appointment, I got this unsolicited text message from you.



I LOVE YOU TOO. J

I have a lot to be proud of in my life, but I wanted you to know that the one thing I am MOST proud of is that I am my Mother’s son.  You are, have always been and will always be my hero. 

… And remember… I know you don’t like tattoos, but THIS tattoo is for you.

Happy Mother’s Day, Tootse.  I love you.

-Monkey


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Smell You Later!

It was 1996 and I was only a short distance from FINALLY becoming an adult...  As a recent high school graduate who was fresh out of Boys Ranch and into the big city (Amarillo, TX), I was learning new things on a daily basis.  Probably most education I got that summer had everything to do with women... (er, girls, I suppose) 

Shortly into my first taste of true freedom since the age of 13 from the predominately male Boys Ranch, I fell head over heals for a (soon to be) Senior from Tascosa High School.  She had long dark hair, big beautiful eyes and a smile that made my stomach feel like I was on a roller coaster... And she spoke French!  More importantly, she liked me... I was defenseless from the first time we saw each other... 

Soon after our relationship began, I learned that I had a knack for spoiling people, and her in-particular.  I gave her jewelry, photo frames and little creative-esqe "I Love You" nick-knacks...  Basic adolescent gift giving behavior as far as I am concerned...  Now, remember, this was the mid-nineties, and at the time, it didn't get much cooler than Tommy Hilfiger.  Naturally, wanting to give my new lady friend the best, I bought her what any puppy love smitten, mid-pubescent dude with an itchy wallet finger would get for his first woman... Tommy Girl! A perfume made by who else?  Yep... Tommy Hilfiger...

We'll get back to that.

Olfactory memory refers to the recollection of memories or events triggered by a given smell.  I'm not sure if I have more of a keen sense of smell than the next guy, but it seems to me that my nose triggers more memories than thumbing through my high school yearbook... 

Anytime I smell eggs frying, I think of my grandparents house in Wimberly, Texas and how I would wake up to the sound of grease popping in a cast iron skillet during my holiday visits...  The sent of pinon trees takes me back to my summers as a camp counselor in the Capitan Mountains in New Mexico.  And the smell of horse dung??  Lets just say I spent a few too many winters shoveling frozen excrement and bucking hay bales bigger than my 90 lb. frame than I CARE to remember...

It's always so shocking to me how incredibly VIVID the memories are... I can almost taste the bacon and eggs, HEAR the wind rustling through the pinons outside my tent, and feel the sting of the cold numbing my toes during those long Connecticut winters...  I don't just think of the memories, I feel like I'm actually there...

As was the case a few days ago... Here I am in Keystone, Colorado, walking through a parking lot at the base of Keystone Ski Resort, when a woman passes by... The scent of Tommy Girl hitting my sinuses may as well have been a cinder block hitting me in the head by the hands of an MLB Allstar...

It was 1996 again.  I was on a plastic patio chair next to the pool outside my first apartment on Lometa Avenue in Amarillo…  There she was with that smile... Saying something in French that I didn't understand but was overwhelmingly impressed by...  Wow, what a time that was, and I FELT LIKE I was there, just for a brief moment...

But wait… There's actually more to this story than me remembering my first love experience every time I stumble across the scent of a horribly outdated women's fragrance…

When I was 17/18, I had no clue what olfactory memory was, and I could have cared less…  So, being that I LOVED this fragrance that I got for this girl that I LOVED… I figured, why not get it for every girl I love???  And at that time in my life, what other girl did I love?  Yep… My mom.

So now, for the rest of my life, I get the benefit of olfactory memory (squared) every time I smell that good ‘ol Tommy Girl.  I get to hop from getting snow cones on hot summer days to taking road trips to Newport, Rhode Island and riding horses.  Sometimes it’s holding hands at the movies (with the girlfriend of course) and sometimes it’s celebrating New Years at my family’s traditional black tie event in Thompson, Connecticut…

Is there any research out there about selective olfactory memory?  Can you choose which memories you pull out of the vault when you smell a smell?  I’m not sure… But I’m not complaining either…  It’s all good for me when it comes to Tommy Girl.

If you don’t already, take your nose a little more seriously… You’ve got a whole library of mental home movies stored up in that cerebrum of yours…

I’d like to hear what kind of stuff certain smells bring to mind for you… But until then, smell you later!

Sunday, January 1, 2012

16 Days of Freedom...

"When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. When I had to go… You know... I went.” -Forrest Gump


Taking a cross-country motorcycle trip was something that I had always fantasized about... I'm not quite sure why... Maybe it's because of how it's portrayed in the movies... Maybe it's because my dad has been a motorcyclist all his life and has logged millions of miles on two wheels... Or maybe it's just because every man, no matter what his lifestyle and background, has the deep seeded desire somewhere in himself to just experience freedom


I have to admit, most of my preconceived notions about being on a motorcycle for several hours a day were negative...  My back would hurt, I would get hot, boredom would overtake my mind and I would not have fun...  I have no idea how I came up with all these ideas, as I had never driven a motorcycle more than about 50 miles in one day... Although I had owned several motorcycles as an adult, they were all "in-town” 
type bikes and they mostly sat in my garage and collected cob webs before they were eventually sold.


As for my traveling partner, my neighbor just so happened to have the first bit of September off from work… The same time I wanted to take my journey…


I met Mike when I moved in to my house on Van Buren Street after my divorce in August of 2010.  I knew right away we would be friends from the first time we shared a conversation about our lawns over my front yard fence.  My assumption was confirmed as I got to know him as a master woodworker, former big wall climber, long distance cyclist and musician.  He had worked in Yellowstone and been to Tibet, built beautiful woodworks from scratch (including most of my best friend Brian’s newborn daughter’s first changing table) and bicycled across a great deal of the U.S. and Canada.  Mike had been an adventurer most of his life and he would turn out to be the perfect person to go on this trip with.


Our first leg we planned to get from Amarillo to Eastern Colorado.  The optimism I had been hiding behind doubt was quickly shattered as before we were five miles from the start, I was almost in two accidents.  The first, I almost hit a man crossing the street illegally on a bicycle, followed by me not paying attention to a “right on green arrow only” light and nearly getting clipped by a car the size of a small cruise ship.  Awesome… This is gonna be a long trip. 


By the time we found our first camp site, the memory of the near tragedies had left my thoughts and my level of excitement was fully re-charged… Well, except for the fact that my rear-end was numb and I couldn’t feel my wrists… The good news is, my excitement and enthusiasm would grow with each mile logged and the amount of pain and numbness in my body would shrink substantially day by day… 


We spent time in National Parks, meeting interesting people, navigating hair-pin turns, riding in the rain and cold, dodging wild animals and camping in serene environments…   In all, we logged around 4,500 miles.  We travelled from Texas to Canada and back, while stopping to experience everything we could along the way… 


To tell the story with words alone would (a) take way too long and (b) be an injustice to the story itself, as my literary skills could not serve the purpose nearly as well as my photographic ones will… Take a look and enjoi!  (for the record, I spell enjoy” incorrectly on purpose.  I have no idea why.)


My 2008 Yamaha FJR 1300 outside of my house in Amarillo on 
the first morning of our trip.  This ‘ol girl and I would become really 
close in the coming weeks…


Day 1 in Amarillo…  Just two young, naive kids with a dream...


Campsite #1 in Eastern Colorado… That first shower felt
REALLY good.


Camping in Nebraska was… Well… Lets just say that the theme tune 
from themovie “Deliverance” was in my mind the entire night…
I kept my bike AND my gun very close by...


Mike and me taking a break just outside of the Black Hills...


Where the beer flows like wine… (SERIOUSLY SUCH a beautiful state!!)


Mt. Rushmore!!


Devil’s Tower… Amazing rock formation that makes
climbers like Mike giddy with excitement.



Of all the places in the world I’ve seen, this was one of the most 
amazing…My first view of the Teton Mountains outside Jackson, Wy.


Mike just saved 15% on his car insurance…
He was pretty excited...


Just outside of Jackson, Wy with a great view of the Tetons.


One of my favorite moments of the trip… Getting to see Mike ride
into the Teton Mountains...


We spent 3 days visiting Yellowstone… And it wasn’t nearly enough... 


Made it to CANADA!!!!  And I don’t know why I’m doing Jazz Hands…
Hmm?  They turned us away because they don’t share
Texas’ appreciation for handguns… Freakin Canadians…


Glacier National Park… This guy did NOT look happy
that I was in his territory...


Luxury accommodations with in suite coffee maker/stover combo
and goose down bedding..


No one ever said that rain gear was sexy...


Hey, Yamaha… If you want this shot for the cover of your next 
catalog, just give me a holler...


Sunset in Yellowstone… The steam you see in the picture is from one
 of thethousands of geysers in the park….


Gourmet breakfast...


I had to detour to Rexburg, ID to get my front tire
 replaced… Turns out those air pressure recommendations on the
side of the tire aren’t just for decoration… I rode the first couple 
of thousandmiles of the trip on a rapidly balding tire…
VERY dangerous…Glad these guys at Rexburg Motorsports 
were able to help me out...


After setting up camp and unpacking, this is what a typical
night looked like on the trip...


If I could bottle up sadness and put it on a shelf, it would look 
something like this… Don’t park your bike on gravel… 
It doesn’t work well… 




Bishop castle in Southern Colorado… We didn’t plan to
stop here, but only because we didn’t know about it…
One man has been building this place stone by stone by
himself for the past 40 years… He was a little kooky,
but this place was amazing… If you’re ever near by,
it’s worth a stop… Just bring your hard hat...


Royal Gorge Bridge…


Every time I see this sign it brings me joy… Home!


Day 16… Raton, NM to Amarillo, TX.  Right after this photo, we cracked
open a couple of well deserved beers...
By the 16th day we had driven through Texas, Oklahoma, Colorado, Nebraska, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, Alberta, Canada, British Colombia, Canada, Idaho, Utah, and New Mexico.  It was 16 of the best days of my life and I am anxiously planning my next trip on two wheels… I can’t say for sure yet, but you may want to keep your eyes open for a blog post with the word “Alaska” in it for 2012.