THE BOOK OF YOU THIS TIME

Who can predict the future? There’s no book that tells the tale.

If you know someone who says they can predict the future, feel free to ignore them.

This blog doesn’t come from the future, it’s right now. Maybe a little history of days past mixed in, but it always circles back to today.

Now.

This day, no matter when you read this, is that day, the day I will predict the future.

Feel free to ignore.

In the future I see my friends in Dearborn, East Lansing, and Detroit banding together to visit boomerpdx for longer than one second. The fast midwest readers will slow down and let a few posts soak in nice and easy.

I see my friends and fellow readers in California weeding out the sort of posts on boomerpdx that reminds them of a book they want to make a movie out of.

Then they call me to write the book. Listen, I’m writing that book, the sort of book that chronicles an era when life was lived a little differently than today.

Not too different, just a little swerve here and there.

It’s a story of consequences, just not the expected ones. Think of the fights between Muhammad Ali and Smokin’ Joe Frazier, the true embodiment of Rocky in Philadelphia.

Their human fight was all too real in the ring, but the battle for a new life started in the hospital afterward.

How do we face the monolithic architecture of medial treatment buildings, machines, and people. All three carry the weight of structure too much to carry. And they all know more than you about everything that matters once your health screws up.

The book I’m writing dissects the moments of hidden beauty between patients, and the moments of dire loneliness that lashes out first before breaking down.

The book of you, the one you write, will have such moments and many more; the book of me will help you get started.

Heading into the home stretch.