Friday brought news of the passing of Anthony Bourdain (https://twitter.com/bourdain) Truth be told I have not read any of his books, I have not watched his shows on television. I wonder why, I love to eat, I love to travel. Commonalities exist and I never explored his being.
I listen to Marc Maron podcast and Mr. Maron reposted an interview with Bourdain from 2011. (http://www.wtfpod.com/podcast/repost-anthony-bourdain-from-2011) I have been listening to it in the truck over the weekend. It has been impactful. I sought out Bourdain's blog on Tumblr (http://anthonybourdain.tumblr.com/) although it has not been updated in I would assume a couple of years it is tremendous reading.
I started my college career wanting to be in the restaurant business. Eighteen at OSU, I was in the hotel/restaurant management program. It was great. I had a cooking class but did not know anything about cooking and did not do well in that class, never able to make a basic hollendaise sauce. When I moved to Cape Cod I got a job washing dishes in a great little Italian place, Lo Cicero's. I learned to cook there. Basic, rich, good, food. That time of life for me was simply fantastic. But, as it does life took turns and led in different directions. I think about my old buddy Scott. He was a chef. Tremendous talent in the kitchen. A wizard. In love with food and with life.
I would love to be a writer. I am not good at it. I do not have the time or the discipline. I do not really have anything to say. I try on occasion and compose a sentence in my head. wishing it was more than just a sentence.
I would love to travel more. But time and money and fear and life are constraints. To just get up and go. Find little hidden gems in cities around the world. No matter where you go there you are, or you always take yourself with you; so I am still me even though travelling and that is not always pleasant.
Is that the purpose? Reminding us to live fully. To take each day and be whole.