The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century

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I have two questions about this “bouncy castle ship”, seen this morning at the North Tampa Market in Carollwood:

1. Why didn’t we have these when I was a kid?
2. Why does security keep kicking me out?

Anitra and me on our Disney World honeymoon.

It’s been just over 6 years since my personal Great Reset and all that ensued, from winding up in the ICU with killer flu to non-dates gone tragicomically wrong to meeting someone new and then moving from Toronto to Tampa and marrying her. It’s been a wonderful adventure, during which time I adopted “Best! Mid-life crisis! Ever!” as my personal battle cry.

If you’d like to have the best midlife crisis ever as well, you might find these articles interesting reading…

From Get a Midlife, published in the New York Times in January 2012:

YOU may be surprised to learn that when researchers asked people over 65 to pick the age they would most like to return to, the majority bypassed the wild and wrinkle-less pastures of their teens, 20s and 30s, and chose their 40s.

We are more accustomed to seeing the entry into middle age treated as a punch line or a cause for condolences. Despite admonishments that “50 is the new 30,” middle age continues to be used as a metaphor for decline or stasis. Having just completed a book about the history and culture of middle age, I found that the first question people asked me was, “When does it begin?” anxiously hoping to hear a number they hadn’t yet reached.

Elderly people who find middle age to be the most desirable period of life, however, are voicing what was a common sentiment in the 19th century, when the idea of a separate stage of development called “middle age” began to emerge. Although middle age may seem like a universal truth, it is actually as much of a manufactured creation as polyester or the rules of chess. And like all the other so-called stages into which we have divvied up the uninterrupted flow of life, middle age, too, is a cultural fiction, a story we tell about ourselves.

One of the biggest challenges in moving from Toronto to Florida is that I all of a sudden, I was a stranger in a strange land, with few friends. That’s been changing over the three years that I’ve been here, as I’ve gotten to know more locals. There’ve even been times when I’ve walked into a place in Tampa or St. Petersburg and someone would approach me and say “Are you the Accordion Guy?”, just like they used to in Toronto.

I’m particularly mindful of the need for a base of friends because I’m an extrovert who also works from home and is closing in on age 50. This is a particularly dangerous combo for guys my age, and the Boston Globe’s article, The biggest threat facing middle-age men isn’t smoking or obesity. It’s loneliness. covers it in detail. For the women’s perspective, Huffington Post’s Why Midlife Women Need Friends More Than Ever is worth checking out.

I listen to a fair number of podcasts, and one of my regular listens is Cal Newport’s The Art of Maniliness podcast, which always covers interesting topics and features interesting guests. In a recent podcast, Building Your Band of Brothers, Cal interviewed Stephen Mansfield, author of Building Your Band of Brothers, and they talked about the importance and difficulty of forming friendships when you’re no longer a young man. It’s a worthwhile listen:

If you like watching YouTube videos and want to stay healthy in both body and mind, watch Dr. Mike Evans’ channel. He’s got lots of good, science-backed, sound advice. Any time someone comes to me with their worries about hitting their 40s, I send them to this video…

…and then I send them to one of the most profound bits in The Simpsons: Grampa Simpson’s “I used to be ‘with it’” speech…

…and with the recent discovery in Cairo of the buried temple of Ramses II and his statue…

…I’ll send them to that story, reminding them that life is short, and also that Ramses II was also known by another name: Ozymandias.

On Wednesday afternoon, Miami defense lawyer Stephen Gutierrez was trying to convince a jury that his client’s car spontaneously caught fire and was not deliberately set alight by the defendant when smoke began pouring out of his right pants pocket. He ran out of the courtroom, and when he returned shortly afterward with a singed pocket, he claimed that a faulty e-cigarette battery was to blame.

The police and prosecutors are investing the case, and if they determine that the incident was a staged defense demonstration that went terribly wrong — and remember, the unofficial Florida motto is “no idea is a bad one” — he Gutierrez could be held in contempt of court.

As for Gutierrez’ client: he was convicted of second-degree arson.

Thanks to Tim Jones for the find!

This week on the clearance shelf at my local Publix, you can get cut-rate Mardi Gras costumes…

…Star Wars magnets…

…and a chance to savor the last gasp of pumpkin spice season:

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Has it already been two years? Happy anniversary, sweetie!

I’ll let the pictures, both still and moving, tell the story…

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I’ll close this one with my favorite photo: the one I call the “Elvis movie poster”:

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Bonus material

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Here’s a writeup of our wedding by our wedding photographer.

I like the opening: “As Anitra walked down the beach to her husband to be, it was clear as day what was going through Joey’s head,” which brings to mind this scene from The Simpsons:

Florida drummer Lee Koenig, who also goes by the stage name “MR. WOOKY”.
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How low will you stoop to get free musical gear? Well, Lee Howard Koenig is a Florida Man, so he stooped low enough not just to order $25,000 worth of drum equipment and microphones using any old fake name, but under the name of Dan Adair, drummer for…Nickelback.

“Must…look…intense!” Nickelback’s photo on the front page of their site.

As my musician friend Jeff Kahl puts it, “Even the real drummer for Nickelback doesn’t openly admit it.”

That’s probably why when Koenig placed the order with an vendor in Vienna, Austria, as Nickelback’s drummer, they became suspicious, especially since the delivery address was in Port St. Lucie, Florida. I mean, c’mon — we may be Florida, but we can at least proudly say that no one from Nickelback lives here.

Someone at the vendor contacted Nickelback’s representatives, who did some investigating of their own, and on Tuesday, the police executed a search warrant on Koenig’s house.

This isn’t Koenig’s first fraud. He pretended to collect money on behalf of the Indian Riverkeeper advocacy group, from which he managed to net $78,000 from well-meaning, unsuspecting donors.

I’ll close with some videos about why people feel the way they do about Nickelback: