The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

February 23, 2008

The Postman Always Rings Twice

Filed under: Midlife Crisis,North America — wizardofozz @ 12:07 pm

I was in a museum today with my family.  We got there about 11 AM and were planning on having a family day with the kids.  We had been looking around for a while and got hungry so we went to the cafe that was part of the museum.  I was really impressed with the food.   

We headed back upstairs after lunch and I was looking into a glass case that held various firearms.  Inside was a .455 New Zealand Army issued revolver from sometime around the first world war.  A man came up beside me and said “I got to fire one of those once”, his accent immediately familiar.   I asked him where he was from and he told me where in North America he lived.  He told me he was a postman.  That me me laugh out loud.  Here we were at a gun case and he was talking about firing weapons…  He was a postman…  The whole going postal thing…  Nevermind. 

I asked if he lived here and he said that he did not but that he had holidays and he and his family decided to come to New Zealand and check it out.  We talked for a while and then our wives came looking for us.  We then talked some more and the women and kids went off and did their own thing.  They occasionally showed up and looked impatiently at us from time to time.

I ended up talking to him for a long time. We talked about capitalism, socialism, communism, the looming US election, essential services, colony collapse disorder (CCD), the stock market, greedy bankers, and lots of other topics. He was absolutely fascinating to talk to and I think that he found the same.He asked why I gave it all up. Midlife crisis I told him, guilt, who knows. I walked away from everything. Walked away from it all. Do I regret it? Do I miss the 42″ LCD TV with 400 channels of shit? The answer is not an easy one. I was consumed with money, with making money and spending it. All I wanted was money and then I wanted more money and I spent money… Man did I ever spend it.

I walked away, gave it up… Gave it all up. The more I continued to talk to this post man the more that I realized that I don’t miss it. About the only two things I miss is a really good cup of coffee. For everything that the Kiwi’s have going for them they should really and I mean REALLY learn how to make a cup of coffee… and can someone get me a damn real donut please? Krispy Kreme… Dunkin Donuts… I would give my left nut for a Tim Bit! I guess that is about the only thing that I don’t like about society here… I really miss my friends too. My close ones anyways… My heart just bleeds when I think about them. I think about them all the time. I miss them and their little boys. Their oldest was my Son’s best friend.

By the time that we were done talking it was 3:30 or so and they were leaving on the bus the next day. I invited them for dinner but they declined and we parted ways. I gave him my e-mail address and he is going to send me a tin of coffee from my favorite coffee chain… Bless that man! He is also considering moving here. Maybe I should go work for New Zealand Tourism.


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