Garcia Media Life

Hudson River sunset; Bernstein; Suki; Charlie; The I-Pod; Washington; Cami McCormick in Afghanistan; Millie; Late night cookies and milk

Yesterday, I complained about the NFL and Microsoft. Today, working up to the Christmas spirit- nothing but appreciation for the wonderful things in life (in no particular order):

◊ Sunset over the Hudson River.

◊ Strawberry Fields in Central Park; the sweet innocence of the flowers and notes left by people from all over the world honoring the greatest dreamer of our time.

◊ Watching my cats sleep, deep into pillows and blankets, looking cozy with their limbs draped all over each other.

◊ The puppy; how anything can be so bad, sneaky and cute all at the same time.

◊ My soon-to-be 18-year-old son, Charlie, proof that every generation gets better than the last; writing and producing all kinds of music with meticulousness, dedication and passion.

◊ The I-Pod; the Steve Jobs’ invention that has become life’s customized sound-track.

◊ High school friends who all at once discovered Facebook and rediscovered each other and have turned out to be kind, gracious and the sweetest people on earth.

◊ Friends from all the iterations of my past who, thankfully, remain along for the ride through every twist and turn, every failure, every success, every tragedy and every recovery.

◊ Butter; the secret ingredient to all food that tastes good and evil and French.

◊ Hot showers; you don’t appreciate them until you can’t get one.

◊ The Lincoln Memorial at night.

◊ Sitting on the left side of the plane on the Potomac river approach into National Airport and watching the monuments just before the pilot takes a sharp right bank on final approach toward the runway at an altitude of 500 feet.

◊ Cabbies everywhere- the salt-of-the-earth; with great stories about their customers, their dreams and their often amazing lives. 

◊ The sound of the clanging bell as a train pulls alongside a platform.

◊ U.S. servicemen and women who salute and deliver, making sacrifices most of us would find unimaginable.

◊ War correspondents who risk life and limb to bring us the truth.
 
◊ Parents, who despite their imperfections, give everything they have for their children.
 
◊ Aaron Copeland music as you gaze in awe at the rolling fields of Pennsylvania Amish country.

◊ All the women in my life who have ever put up with me, including the current and last one who has made me promise I will never write about her on my web-blog.

◊ The twinkling lights of a Christmas tree in an otherwise dark living room at 2 in the morning when you get up with a sudden urge for butter cookies and a cold, fresh glass of milk.