There’s an amazing transformation that I’m sure everyone has gone through, is going through, or will go through at some point in their lives. I’m talking about the metamorphosis that occurs in your mid-to-late twenties for most, and early thirties for the rest. As Mick Jagger famously sang, “What a drag it is getting old.”
There’s really no way to avoid it and it comes with a bunch of little nuances that arrive subtly but really define the change. For instance, the four day hangover. You know what I’m talking about: A good night of partying that turns into a disaster of a hangover the next day where you’re useless and completely immobile, followed by about three more days of not feeling right. No more partying like you did in college where you wake up with either no hangover at all or one that’ll be gone after a greasy breakfast. Nowadays it throws off your whole week. Or how about the hangover that comes out of nowhere. The one where you just innocently have a few drinks with some friends after work and wake up the next morning feeling like a train wreck and you just can’t believe that two martinis and a beer made you feel that bad. For some this transformation to “real” adulthood hits when you start deciding to go to bed on a Friday before midnight rather than go out and hit the town; or maybe you notice it when getting winded playing beer league softball. I’m sure a lot of you are reading this nodding your head sheepishly. The most ironic part is thinking back to my teens and early twenties saying to myself that there is no way something like what I just described could ever happen to me, right? I’m Superman. You catch my drift.
This is where my life is at the moment. I’m not saying I’m a dinosaur catching the early bird special at the local family restaurant or anything like that. I’m merely saying that I’ve gone through this change. It doesn’t mean I’m no fun anymore or I wouldn’t know a good time if it gave me a lap dance. That’s what our parents are for. This isn’t Grandpa Andy giving you a speech about how things were so much better back in the day. No, this is just giving you an idea of where I am at the moment. I guess the real question is how I got here in the first place. Without further ado let the black and white 8mm film roll….
I was born outside of Boston and moved to Southern New Hampshire around the age of 3. I was the youngest of three boys in my family. Despite the fact that I still act like a 13-year-old most of the time I definitely matured rather quickly having so many older influences in my life and from it I’ve always had a good head on my shoulders. Being from the Great Granite State I have a serious appreciation for the outdoors and spent a lot of time in the woods going for hikes, camping, biking, skiing, you name it. Although, growing up Boston always was a second home. I guess when you grow up in New Hampshire Boston has the lure of a big city. I’m not saying it’s a big city, but when you come from a state that people mockingly call Cow Hampshire you can see how Boston would be a big deal. Many of my relatives and family friends have lived here for decades and still do to this day.
I ended up moving to Boston after high school in order to attend Boston College. Upon graduation as I entered the real world I figured that if I wasn’t going to leave New England then there was no better place for me to be a starving bachelor than Boston’s bosom.
So here I am. At this point you’re probably dreadfully bored of reading about me (if you’re still reading at all), so why don’t we all put our seatbacks and tray tables in their upright and locked positions and I’ll try to land this puppy. I’ve conveniently left out a large chunk of time from college to now, but that was done by design. The hope is to begin writing occasional dispatches from the Editor every now and then. In doing so I can give some insight into interesting things I’ve done or am doing in my life that some of you may find worthwhile. We’re not here to tell you how to live your lives, but rather to give you options and information that help you enjoy yours.
