If you could get in a time machine and travel back in time, way back, to KevInane, circa April 15th, 2011, you will recall that I am a wimp peacemaker at heart. Conflict? You can have it. Yet, about fifteen years ago, my business partner and I decided that it was high time to let go of Justine, one of our secretaries. Having never fired anyone, combined with the fear that my short-tempered partner might absolutely crush the spirit of this young gal, I volunteered to be the hatchet man.
After about twenty minutes of talking with her, it was a fait accompli. The die was cast. Pink slip; delivered. After I had finished, with a puzzled look on her face, Justine asked me “Am I fired?”
Okay, so maybe I danced around the issue a bit. So I responded that yes, we were going to have to let here go. The point being, I have a history of taking the indirect route when it comes to addressing the tough issues of life head-on.
In that vein, as long as we’re time traveling, let’s go back to the 1980’s— the days of big hair, short gym trunks and knee-high tube socks—and look at the love letter directed to my now-bride; the letter where I uttered, for the first time, those three little words that can be so hard for a guy to utter; “I voted Mondale” “I Love You.”
“Dear Lisa,
I, for one, because it’s just me, would like to state for the record, in this card, or letter, with certainty but without pretense, that I, knowing what I do, and in the best interest of all, am excited to say, that, as luck would have it, with the passage of each and every day, while a bit apprehensive, and being fully cognizant of the implicit, as well as the explicit, implications to me, and to you, and to others, who shall remain nameless, lest they decide to name names, which is their prerogative, and which is a given,”
(Whoa boy, I’ve got to get to the point. Man, how do I say it?)
“…yet even so, as time will tell, as it often does, or sometimes it doesn’t, depending on various factors which are out of our control, unless we cast caution to the wind, grab the bull by the horns, and create our own destiny, if you even believe in determinism, rather than mere fate, which may be fine for you, or for others, though even if you don’t, which is your choice, not mine, because I want you, not me, to decide for yourself which seems most likely…”
(You’re on a roll, Kev. You can do it!)
“…even as I, or we, begin this path that’s been laid out, or lain out, or whatever, now is the time, not yesterday and not tomorrow, unless today doesn’t work, for tomorrow’s another day, which is obvious, and could’ve been left unsaid, but it wasn’t, cuz I just said it, but now, without delay, I will say to you, you singular, rather than you plural, cuz no one else is reading this, just us, but if they were, I know that many, if not all, but not you, would skim through, especially when I, which I so often do, just drone on, seemingly without end, with no forethought, and no seeming point…”
(Uh-oh, I’m losing it. Come on, man, come on!)
“..that I think, nay, I know, how much I desire to, out of respect for your time, because it is of the essence, time is, that is, and for that reason, and no other, I want to say, here and now, that you, Lisa, are liked, and loved, by me, because love, like like, stems from the heart, and from the head, but mostly the heart, figuratively, not literally, because that would be, anatomically and physiologically, even biologically, if not impossible, highly unlikely, and kinda gross…”
(Yes, nailed it. I AM THE MAN!)
“…and now, since I said it, or wrote it, actually typed it, on a typewriter, because it is 1985, it seems I should quit soon, maybe now, or rather, later, because the now back then, it’s gone, and the now now, is now, but now it’s then, so in a bit, not now, I will end, which is soon, so very soon, which is now, right now.”
Once Lisa got a hold of this letter, once she knew how I felt, it was smooth sailing from there. I think it was the letter, though the six dozen red roses, necklace and matching tennis bracelet I sent along may have swayed her.
Nonetheless, I have worked on brevity and directness over the years, and have made great strides. But I must go now; my secretary has just brought me some paperwork that needs my attention. “Thanks, Justine, but really, now, or maybe next week, I have got to talk to you about something.”