Monday, November 24, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving!


The people that I care about most, and who care about me, know that I am thinking of them. They make my life full, help me to be a better man. How could my thoughts not be with them on a holiday such as this?

But there are others who have helped to shape me — at critical stages in my life — without even knowing it. I've been thinking about these people a lot this year. They deserve mention.

"Rudy Tie My Shoes." I know that sometimes us kids would make fun of you, Rudy, and I'm sorry about that. Even back then I knew that you were just a guy who'd drawn a bad hand, that you were only trying to make the best of a lousy situation, and that the deformity that caused both of your wrists to curve up so badly had to be a hell of thing to have to live with. I don't know how many times you stopped me on the street and asked me to tie your shoes for you, probably hundreds. I want to thank you for that. Kneeling down on the sidewalk in front of a man who others might consider "less than" taught me about compassion and humility at a young age. Thank you.

Mister C. This is gonna be one of them what you call backward compliments, but here goes: Thanks for being such an asshole. You taught me something about how powerful people can abuse their authority, and I'm grateful for that. Really, I am. I learned something valuable, something that I have carried with me and benefitted from my entire life, and I appreciate it. But we were kids. You were our principal. C'mon. (By the way, that heavy college ring that you used to whack us on the head with all the time? The one you "lost" when you were eating your eggplant parm sandwich in my mother's store? I snatched it off the counter and tossed it in the sewer. So screw you.)

Senor Alfonso. Two years of high school Spanish classes with you and all I'm able to do is say hello to a woman named Isabel, then ask her how she's doing. This only happened to me once. And the Isabel that I ran into didn't even speak Spanish. But you were a class act, Senor, and you taught me something really important about being a gentleman: When wearing dress pants, or a suit of course, socks must go over the calf. No exceptions. Gracias!

Those two undercover cops who tried to buy a kilo of weed from me when I was 19. Thanks for not being as smart as me. The day after you guys showed up asking for me I knew things had gotten too hot. The very next day I closed up shop. For good. If not for you guys scaring me onto the path of the straight and narrow, there's no telling how things might have turned out. So thanks. Very much.


Jeff K. You were a respected television journalist in New York. I was a junior in college studying to be a photographer. I took your writing class because it fit into my schedule and because I'd seen you on TV so many times I figured it'd be cool to meet you. The first time you told me that I was a "natural writer" I didn't think much of it. The next couple times I thought about it some but not a lot. But on that last day of the semester, you asked me to hang after class for a few minutes. That's when you said that if I didn't get off my ass and become a writer you were gonna track me down and beat me to death with a shovel. Thanks for that, Jeff. Wherever you are. 

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very thankful for Mr. Meatball. Happy thanksgiving.

Pam McClure

Mister Meatball said...

Thank you, Pam. And have a wonderful holiday.

Anonymous said...

You are an inspiration Mister Meatball... Love this. A Special thanks from all of us who experienced Mr. C's ring. I used to have nightmares about that thing.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
Gail from Hale

Mister Meatball said...

Always happy to assist the ladies, Gail. Thanks, and Happy Thanksgiving.

Claudia R. said...

I'm thankful that we can be in Rome and make a Thanksgiving dinner as close to American as we can get. We can also shop on Thursday with no crowds!

Claudia said...

Thanks to your writer/teacher who threatened you into becoming a writer. Happy Thanksgiving.

Mister Meatball said...

Happy Thanksgiving to both you Claudias!

Linda said...

Happy Thanksgiving to you. Thank you for bringing a smile to my face when reading your blog and the best damned meatballs to my family's table.

Mister Meatball said...

Very nice, Linda, thank you. And Happy Holidays!