Jay Kelly's blog

Don't mess with baseball

One day on the radio, I heard someone say, “That George Bush sure can throw a baseball.” He even dared us to verify it on YouTube, even if we don’t like his politics. Sure enough, the man was right. GW can bear down and throw strikes. It shouldn’t really mean anything. GW has his hands full with other things right now. But throwing the first pitch at a baseball game can mean so much to we Americans because baseball means so much.

Must be something in the water

If you pay attention a little too closely, you can choose to terrorize yourself with a laundry list of items these days. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, turn on the local TV news or read a local newspaper, and you’ll figure it out pretty quick. Candles and grassfires threaten to burn our houses down inside and out, genetic and environmental diseases are just waiting for nature or nurture to reveal themselves, and ex-cons and aspiring teenage criminals-in-training are casing our houses as we speak (the houses that aren’t already on fire).

Fun is in my job description

I used to be the serious guy, the quiet guy, not the funny guy or the social guy or the party guy. Ask anyone who’s known me for a long time and that’s what they’ll say. So it’s surprising to me that, at age 32, I’ve somehow developed a reputation as the fun guy at work. Is it a personality transformation, the real me being revealed, or just the absence of teenage shyness and angst? I don’t know. I do know that the reason for the change might be more environmental than genetic, but we’ll get back to that.

Romancing the Riverview

When I was a kid, I saw the movie “Romancing the Stone” six times at a New Prague movie theater. Six times. When I tell people that, they naturally have a lot of questions: Was this the series of events that set you on the path to being becoming a movie buff? Do you do this same sort of thing now? Didn't this seem a bit excessive, even at a young age? Did you know at the time how bad a movie “Romancing the Stone” really was? How was it that your parents allowed you to see this movie six times? Were they even aware of it, and if so, weren't they at least slightly disturbed?

Help Lake stay local

When I move to a new area, I become a cheerleader. I try to convince everyone I know, including myself, that the place I live is the best place in town. The theory of buyer behavior that says people convince themselves of the value of their purchases after the fact would describe me perfectly. I may have been on the fence about buying in the Cooper neighborhood — and greater Longfellow area — when we were house shopping, but that day after closing in September of 2003, I was telling everyone how they had to move there too. Longfellow was the best neighborhood in America!

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