Putting our Heads Together

Putting our Heads Together
I don't think he sees me

Thursday, April 10, 2025

Everybody Needs an Eddie


 

At the end of March, my great friend Eddie announced he had finally made the transition from semi to full retirement. He had spent most of adult life as a professional handyman. This profession having grown out of his natural abilities and open willingness to fix things. Eddie has always been smart, diligent, and honest. He was a great handyman. And he has been a great friend.

 His recent life change made me think of the impact he has had on my life during our long friendship. We met in the fall of 1980 when I was a freshman at Clemson and Eddie was a Clemson graduate-turned-local only a few years older than I. Eddie is best characterized by his easy smile, great laugh, and surprising depth of character. We were both runners and that was what first characterized our friendship. Through Eddie I was invited into a tight circle of local runners and quickly felt accepted. Eddie and I brought this group of friends even closer together by forming the OCTC (the Outta Control Track Club – a story worthy of its own telling!). All this was enough to link us as friends throughout our lives. There are so many stories about Eddie and my other friends within this community that I could easily share, but right now I’d rather explore two things that Eddie taught me that made me happy and often laugh, but in retrospect also were important life lessons.

Eddie has always been philosophical about life, disguising it with his enthusiastic humor. Overall, I think his philosophy as I perceive it can be summed up by enjoy the forest but don’t ignore the trees.

He expressed the fundamentals of enjoy the forest through his favorite way of describing the weather. During the Summer, he would tell me that the temperature outside was Fine, Hot, or Fucking Hot. During the Winter, the days could be described similarly – Fine, Cold, or Fucking Cold. This reminded me of the “Sailors Barometer”, a piece of board with a strip of yarn attached to it and the instructions:

  • If yarn is flapping, it is windy
  • If yarn is still, it is calm
  • If yarn is wet, it is raining
  • If yarn is frozen, it is cold
  • Etc.

 On the face of it, Eddie’s pronouncement on weather was simply hilarious, but there is more to it. There is an acknowledgement that some things don’t need detail. Some things in fact are better off without detail. It may be 25o out, but how does that feel? What does the number 25 tell you that is just as or more expressive than cold or fucking cold? Nothing, in fact the number falls far short! The precise detail is meaningless, adds nothing except to the pedant. Through big picture thinking, much of life is enjoyed.

 Eddie’s view of not ignoring the trees came through in his attention to detail that made him such a good handyman. I’m sure it plays a strong role in his being such a good friend, husband, father, and now grandfather. His attention to detail can be seen in his knowledge of automotive engines. Eddie was a great shade tree mechanic. We shared a love of Volkswagen Beetles (though it seemed to me, Eddie could fix any car not just a bug). He taught me to work on mine by letting me help him work on mine when trouble raised its ugly head. He was a patient teacher and worker. He knew what every little part did and shared that knowledge happily with me. But he was also creative about projects, unafraid (in fact quite enthusiastic) to jury rig a solution. The book wasn’t always necessary because he knew how the bits all worked together. His confidence in these things made me confident as well. From his inspiration, I modified the windshield washer in my car successfully and on my own. On my ’73 Super Beetle, the windshield wash reservoir worked off the spare tire. It was pressurized by the air in the spare. I didn’t see how this was a good idea, so I bought a small DC pump, hooked it up to the reservoir and sprayer, and wired up a switch in the dash. I’m still proud of that and gladly give credit for my idea where credit is due, Eddie’s lessons.

 Eddie has touched my life in many ways. This has been just one important way that he has. He helped me by example how to face the world with a smile, how to enjoy it, and work with it. And it is something I have tried to pay forward to others. Thank you, Eddie. Talk to you soon.

Wednesday, February 5, 2025

In Flight


The sky was meant for

Astronauts, pilots, and dreamers

Beings that cannot stop

Reaching for the infinite

Those that never give up

Hope to touch the outstretched

Hand of God

While mortals sit in planes

Accepting altitude as the

Miracle and the ground

Below as the object of

our awe and imagination

So different when 

Beneath our feet than

When we sore above

A perspective that

Turns one man's Purgatory

Into another man's Heaven