With all that has transpired in my life over the past few years, I find far too few moments of inner peace. These moments have not eluded me altogether, they just seem to be more scarce. My patience is short, and my temper quick. I wear these traits like an ill fitting suit.
This morning, I've been trying hard to simply let things go, and relax. In the process, I created a new Pandora station, based around, of all artists, Neil Young. I blame Joe! After 5 years of turning wrenches under his shingle, I apparently developed a place in my heart for his tastes for classic vinyl.
This was always my favorite time of year, at the shop. Doors wide open, and the cool winds blowing through the shop kept us sane after the hateful heat of the summer. Saturday mornings, it was Click and Clack coaching us through car repair, followed by the reggae show. But most of the time, Joe would crank up some classic or another, many I'd never even heard before. Mornings at the shop were spent on the porch, discussing whatever. Lunches were spent on the porch, discussing whatever. Afternoon breaks were spent on the porch, discussing, yet again, whatever. All to a backdrop of tunes so loud that customers were forced to shout their needs.
I remember Big Ed coming by, a few months after he quit the shop to go work elsewhere. He came in the back and his face was so earnest, as he said, "Don't ever quit, man. You don't even realize how good you have it here. It sucks out there, and you'll hate it.". I knew how good I had it. It all seemed so much more simple then.
Eventually I left, too. Growth, temporary insanity, maturity, whatever it was, it came time for me to fly the coup. I miss it.....a lot. Joe's family, and I've been remiss in my reunions.
I may not make it by there today, but in the meantime, I'll lounge in the happy memories in my headphones. Today, my past will bring some peace to my future.
Thanks, Joe.
