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It's been, um, eventful

7/26/2020

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I might be off by a few years, but I think my generation has seen more substantial change than any generation that preceded it. People who lived through the Industrial Revolution might quibble with that assertion, but they’re all dead now, so hah hah on them.

Certainly, my grandchildren will be amazed at the stories I can tell them about the ancient and shrouded past when I…

  • Had to let the phone ring at least 10 times because nobody had voice mail and their phones were wired to the wall at the other end of their apartments.
  • Had to watch television shows on a specific device, and only at a specific time.
  • Waited in line at the Post Office with hundreds of other kids to receive the new polio vaccine.
  • Actually went to a Post Office. Of course, I will have to explain what a Post Office is.
  • Coded a computer with punch cards.
  • Developed photos in a dark room, using film!!!
  • Gapped spark plugs.
  • Made copies with a mimeograph machine.
  • Replaced vacuum tubes from our television set.
  • Dialed a rotary phone.
  • Turned over a three-minute egg timer every time we had a long-distance call.
  • Knew what a long-distance call was.
  • Boarded a flight with no i.d. and no inspections.
  • Saw the first murder ever aired live on television.
  • Had to go to the basement to change fuses.
  • Had fuses.
  • Made a call from a phone booth.
  • Stood in the hallway of our school, facing the lockers, during an air raid drill.
 
​Of course, I’ll also have to tell my grandkids about all the ways the world has let me down since I was a lad. I still don’t travel by jetpack, my phone calls aren’t holograms, and I am still waiting for a response to my job application at U.N.C.L.E. (I keep calling about it, but they won’t let me open Channel D.)
 
I’d add the Coronavirus to the list, but that’s an experience that my grandkids will share. How will that change them, change me, change our relationships? The ink isn’t dry yet, so we’ll have to wait on that one.
 
In the meantime, I think I’ll focus on the strange-but-true stories from the past. The present isn’t nearly as much fun.
 
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CV Diary 15: The tipping point and the point of tipping

7/19/2020

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After couple of months of tipping people 50% to deliver my pizza and toilet paper, I’m reconsidering the entire concept of tipping. Why am I tipping some service providers but not others, and when did a lagniappe become a requirement? For example:

  1. Why am I expected to give a tip to the person who hands me my coffee at Starbucks, but not the person who hands me my coffee at McDonald’s? Seriously hoping I didn’t open a can of worms with this question.

  2. If tipping is a reward for good service, shouldn’t I be tipping the person as an incentive before I get served? Afterwards, it’s too late to make a difference, right?

  3. Sometimes, I get really bad service and I still leave a tip, because I know the server is so bad she won’t make enough money to pay her rent. Does this make me a philanthropist or a schmuck?

  4. The server comes to our table about 20 times to take and deliver our orders, refill the water, and convince us to order desserts we don’t need. She earns about $3 for her efforts until I decide if I’m going to leave a tip or not. This is clearly a job for daredevils.

  5. By what percentage do you reduce a tip when:

    *  The cab driver is on the phone, speaking in a foreign language, while looking at you in the rear-view mirror and smirking?

    *  You have to get up and walk over to the coffee machine for a refill?

    *  They give you the wrong entrée and then it takes five minutes before you can flag someone down?

    *  You have to wait 25 minutes for your luggage at the hotel?

  6. Servers who work for tips are absorbing some of the risk for restaurant owners, because they get paid very little when the place is empty. Since they’re taking an “ownership risk,” shouldn’t they get a share of the profits when the place is busy?

  7. When you give money to a panhandler, is that a tip for their “service” of making you feel better about yourself? And if so, shouldn’t it be a deductible medical therapy expense?

  8. In some Chicago restaurants, the bill includes a 3% surcharge for employee health care. Am I supposed to be happy to see that the owner is paying anything at all, or should I be ticked that he wants me to pitch in as well? 

Meanwhile, I’ve noticed that nobody in a position of authority chooses to work for tips. Maybe there’s a lesson here, if only I could figure out the hidden meaning.
 
 
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So, how have you been doing since 1974?

7/12/2020

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Silence is golden in home movies, and how many spatulas do you need to make a PB&J? We tackle the explosive issues no other blog dares to touch…

  1. The most disappointing news I’ve received over the past few months is that I am not a productive member of society. Actually, I knew that already, but I was hoping to keep it a secret.

  2. Suddenly, I’m connecting to people I haven’t seen since graduating from college 45 years ago, which is giving me a weird case of deja non vu. They’ve all had lives, careers, scars and joy since we met last, but we’re engaging as if nothing has transpired. Very comfortable and very strange.

  3. Hmm…when the grandkids are with me, they find video screens mesmerizing, but when I call them on FaceTime, not so much. Clearly, I need to up my game.

  4. There’s nothing like cooking at home to make you appreciate restaurants. I need six pans, twelve spatulas and a six iron to make lunch for Jill and me, and it still tastes like peanut butter and jelly.

  5. And another reason to appreciate restaurants: If I order it medium rare and it comes well done, I can send it back. When that happens at home, TFB.

  6. The home movies my dad took had no sound, which actually made everyone seem more mysterious and interesting. Now that I’m finally editing my old videos and I can hear the conversations, I realize how dull we were. Some days, I hate progress.

  7. I miss phone calls. Dial a number, talk to a person, hang up. What could be easier? Now, every conversation requires that I download an app and give one more company access to my browser history. Some days, I hate progress.

  8. Speaking of phone calls, I also miss landlines that plugged into the wall and were available to everyone in the household. After I finished talking to a friend recently, I asked to speak to her husband. Instead of passing the phone to him, she had me call his phone. Some days, I hate progress.
 
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How to become immortal(ish)

7/5/2020

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I’m not going to achieve immortality, certainly not in the corporeal sense and just as unlikely by any historical measure. Maybe I’ll come up with something so incredibly smart and pithy that my quote will be in the 2138 edition of Bartlett’s, but that’s a long shot, and my back gets too sore for me to ride across Asia like Attila the Hun. Likewise, it’s too late for me to invent something earth-shaking like penicillin, the internet or Chia Pets.

Like most guys who think about their legacy and their contribution to the future, I need to scale it down. What’s the most achievable goal for being known and valued by people who have never met you—and never will? What is the equivalent of immortality for someone who will neither save the world nor blow it up?

Ultimately, for me, it is to have my grandchildren tell their grandchildren about me, or at least to pass on lessons that I shared during my hour of strutting and fretting upon the stage.

This is no small feat. I have repeated lessons from my dad to my children, who knew him for less time than any of us would have liked. So my father’s grandchildren are familiar with his insights and they can pass those on to their grandchildren, probably three or four decades from now.

Meanwhile, I have stories to tell my grandchildren about my mother’s dad, who picked us up from school sometimes to take us to lunch at Pekin House or Kow Kow. He told me the wooden bowl story, which was definitely self-serving but one that I will repeat to the grandkids when I am in a self-preservation mood. And when I take them to lunch, I can tell them about my lunches with my grandfather. Thereby, Ben Caplan will be immortal, even though he shuffled off half a century  ago.
 
For me, having grandchildren born when I am past sixty, the challenge is daunting. With kids getting married and having children later in life, fewer of us will see grandchildren in our lifetimes, and for those who do, the connection is likely to be very brief. Great-grandchildren? Almost unheard of, and that ship has absolutely sailed for me.

Thinking about children who are likely to be born around 2075, when I am closing in on 122 years old, might seem nonsensical, but it gives me purpose. If I want to have a positive impact on descendants I will never meet, I need to have a very positive impact on their grandparents, who are my grandchildren. And that is a venture that I can control, at least partially and, of course, temporarily.

When they hold the last party where you are the guest of honor, you don’t get to hear what people say about you. The same holds for the life lessons learned by your great-great grandchildren. Count these among the millions of things we don’t control in this life or beyond.
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Still, there’s no reason I shouldn’t be working on it today.
 
 
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