When I was a kid, I loved Dungeons & Dragons (D&D). My favorite character was the bard. Yes, the traveling, singing, storytelling poet that went town-to-town, tavern-to-tavern telling of wondrous adventures. My name is Irish for Poet or Bard. Now isn’t that odd? Well, what’s even more odd is that I make my living these days as a traveling evangelist of sorts, telling of the marvelous feats of strength that Aerohive gear can do and why that’s important. I find it all fascinating really.
As I travel, I take note of just about everything. I’m keenly observant, and I try to always have a unique spin on things when I tell my stories. People are always telling me that they like listening to my stories, but I assure them that they wouldn’t have wanted to have accompanied me along my journey. My life is a comedy of errors, a series of back-to-back train wrecks with sad endings … so sad usually that they’re quite funny to the on-looker. Nothing is more gripping, saddening, or hysterical than real life, so my stories are just about the ridiculousness of real life … nothing more or less.
That brings me to a few stand-out examples from my latest trip across the UK and Scotland. There were many more cool examples, but alas, when blogs get too long, people fall asleep.
The Ice Cream Man
I was practically running across a university campus, trying to be on time for a meeting, having found no close parking spots. Along the way, I noticed this:
Really? Now, I was raised with “The Ice Cream Man” coming up and down the street with his music blaring, so he’s no stranger to me. Further, when I’m playing golf at Mirror Lakes near home in the evenings nowadays, I can always hear the Ice Cream man touring the neighborhoods. I know they’re still around, and it’s still a reasonable way to make a living, but HOLD UP. The Ice Cream Man is supposed to drive a beat-up-old-broke-down Ford … or Dodge … or Chevy … or anything except a $100k Mercedes van! What the heck man? When my days at Aerohive are over, I think I may have to be an Ice Cream Man. Holy smokes … that must be where the real money is.
OK, so we were checking out Stonehenge. It’s super cool, and it was late in the evening, so it was closed … .and guarded ... by 3 guys! Fenced off, barricaded, armed guards … dude, those rocks weren’t going ANYWHERE!
OK, so there’s an easy way to tell if someone has actually been to Stonehenge or if they’re just BS’ing you. Ask them what they smelled when they first got out of the car… and what they smelled the entire time until they left. Stinky Stonehenge. ‘Nuff said. Holy smokes it was nasty. Sure was pretty though. The rocks are way smaller than you might think. Phil told me that they rebuilt part of it in the 40’s or something. I haven’t had time to look that up yet to check out the details. Neat rocks.
The Royal & Ancient St. Andrews
I ate lunch at Gleneagles (former and future home of the Ryder Cup) with our FABULOUS new Sales Manager Bob Calvert (big love Bob!), and also got to visit the home of golf, the Royal & Ancient St. Andrews. HOLY MOLY. I’ve been playing golf since age 8, and I’m now 42. I can’t believe I just visited St. Andrews. HUGE shout-out to Bob …. HUGE. It’s been a dream of mine to go there forever and ever. That place is so awesome!
The strangest thing about it was the fact that you can walk across the 1st and 18th fairways on a walking trail while people are hitting balls right at you. Stupid, yet fun. The course is amazing, what we could see of it. I’d love to play it some day. Right on the ocean, huge greens, amazing undulating fairways, and a caddie shack. A real caddie shack, where caddies have to be certified to enter. SWEET. I bought a golf towel from the shop across the street.
Where else can you get The Ice Cream Man, Stonehenge, and the Royal & Ancient St. Andrews in one blog? I mean seriously … that’s variety right there.