I like traditions. I am a romantic, in the classic sense. I don’t jump on bandwagons and I don’t easily toss away traditions. If your son is being bar mitzvahed, I don’t care what new gadget or technology is trending, the kid is getting a fine writing instrument as a gift from me. That’s how it has been and will always be, at least until handwriting has been officially outlawed and replaced by Bluetooth transmitters implanted in our brains. Long-story-short, killing a tradition is not something that I take lightly.
How I suddenly became a stand-up comedian at the age of forty-five is a tale worth the price of admission—which in the case of a blog, is free.
I’m asked several times a week how this all came about. So, I figured I’d type it all out and share the story through the tubes of the Interweb.
Five years ago, as the original organizer of the Breakfast Of Champions (BOC) networking meetings prepared to fold the group and move on to new endeavors, I found myself volunteering to lead the group, which meets each month at Max & Benny’s Restaurant, in Northbrook, Illinois, moving forward.
There he is. The pusher man that is always there, standing in the shadows, just beyond the glow of the lamppost, willing and able to feed lists to the aching jones of content junkies, via social media sites like Facebook and LinkedIn.
It knows where they’ve been and where they will go next.
I first moved to Chicago after graduating from college–okay, full disclosure, I had graduated and then stayed in Bloomington/Normal, Illinois for a year and a half in a quasi-student state of mind. I always tell students, “If you want to live free of reality after college, just stay in your college town and live among the students and dropouts.” Hell, where else can you work sporadically, live for virtually nothing–meaning both low rent and no goals–and always find people to party with?