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My Number

October 18, 2010 / / 0 Comments

According to the latest ING TV ad, my number (the amount of money I should have saved by the time I retire) is $1,271,046. Man, did I drop the ball somewhere.

Knocked me back a little bit, realizing that you have to be a millionaire to retire these days. I suspected as much, but it is another thing to see it in print (or on a TV ad, as the case may be).

Starting to work at age 20 and working until 65, the ING (a Connecticut investment firm) figure would require the saving of some $28,000 a year to keep untouched until retirement. Speaking only for myself – I didn’t earn near that amount through my twenties. Granted that was back during caveman days…but still.

On the monthly plan, you twenty-somethings need to start putting back $2358.00 a month for your retirement years. People like me who have frittered away our millions can start now and stash away $18,000 a month for the golden years, to be sufficiently covered.

I may need to pick up a shift or two at Taco Bueno. Would you like to Bueno-size that?

Spend a little of your retirement money to help me reach mine!

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MLBALCS: (we live in abbreviated times…)

October 15, 2010 / / 0 Comments

For the uninitiated – probably just about everyone these days, baseball having fallen from its lofty perch as “America’s Passtime.” Remember “baseball, hot dogs, and apple pie?” These days its more along the lines of – football, ribs, and funnel cakes.

Here is the breakdown MLB = major league baseball. ALCS = American League Championship Series. The series of games that determine which team represents the American League in the World Series.

For once, I can root for either team. Having grown up in the Mickey Mantle – Roger Maris era of baseball, I’ve been a Yankees fan since I was counting my age on one hand. (I still do that, but I start over so many times I cramp up.)

I’ve been to more Rangers games than any other team. We were lucky enough to see some great ones there: Nolan Ryan, Griffey Jr. (playing for the Mariners). They’re close to home, a great atmosphere, fun ballpark. Club section with waiters bringing drinks and nachos.

So, despite the cruel comments I’ve already read about Yankee fans (obnoxious being one of the kinder words used), I’m ready to cheer on both teams. I’d love for the Yanks to head to the post-season again: it’s tradition for me! On the other hand, I know full well the Rangers have not been. Not once.

Maybe it’s time to spread the glory around a little. Nolan is back in the house, this time as an owner of the Rangers. A couple of the Yankee starters are former Rangers. On the other hand, George Steinbrenner is looking down on this one, the longtime owner having been called up in July.

I think I’ll root for good calls from the umpires and let it go at that…

Quakers

October 14, 2010 / / 0 Comments

I woke up in Las Vegas, a few years ago. It was in the early morning hours when only the really dedicated are still in the casinos feeding rent money into chrome machines. I had been sleeping in an upper-floor room at Caesar’s Palace and when I awoke – my first thought was of the thunderstorm outside.

The building was swaying just like the downtown Tulsa buildings do in high-winds. KRAV used to have a plumb line that hung down over the microphone so deejays could see just how hard the wind was blowing. I looked out the window in the early morning darkness, expecting to see sheets of rain and trash blowing down the street. There wasn’t any.

If I had known to look in that direction, I would have seen golfer John Daly, who abandoned his room to continue his sleep on a sidewalk bench. I didn’t see much, and – as those early morning urges go – tried to walk through the darkened hotel room to the other john.

It was a drunken walk, but not my fault. When I flipped on the light, the water in the toilet bowl was rolling from side to side, threatening to spill out over the top. Whoa, I said to myself. This just isn’t right.

Earthquake.

We had one of our own in Oklahoma yesterday, and just like a close encounter with a tornado, people like to talk about them. An attorney in OKC had the same swaying water symptom, but his was from a water glass on his desk. Some unlucky soul was on top of a ladder when the shaking started, and he walked away with a broken ankle.

The earthquakes in Oklahoma are a lot like the tornadoes. They happen to a few people and the rest of us can only muse about the proximity. “Yeah,” we tell our neighbors, “I saw that cloud drift over and knew there was a twister in it. Dropped down half a mile away. Scuffed up some houses.”

I woke up about the time the quake started (the store doesn’t open until ten and I enjoy my sleep…), but I’m not sure it was the shaking ground that got my eyes opened. I’m at the age that the body has a built-in alarm clock.

But it goes off several times a night…

A different kind of shake, but just as timely:

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