Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda

Somewhere along the way, winding

and tortured as it may have been, some-

one may have asked you, why have you

not made it, the big time of fortune

and fame? You have so much talent,

how come it is yours has not become

a household name or has never been

enshrined into a hall of fame?

This has been asked of me a time or two

occasionally. And pondering my current

lack luster and obscure situation, I have

come up with some answers well within

the realm of possibility. Could be I put a

sock on the wrong foot one day. I may

have left work early and earned a bad

name. I may have picked up my fork in

the wrong hand and proceeded to eat my

peas with a spoon. I sat on a park bench

one beautiful day and watched the flowers

grow instead of actively promoting what

may have turned out to be my latest and

greatest venture. Or, I told my boss to go

straight to hell. Oh well, I missed my train

and with that arrived at my destination

15-minutes too late. I slept in past 8 and

lost my place in line. Given all my chances

blown at the time, I find myself among

one of the Greatest Unknowns. Are you

familiar with the Empire State Building in

NYC? Do you know who holds the world

record for the longest hitting streak in

MLB history? I had nothing to do with

either of those. I’m not known on Wall

Street, nor do I hang in the Louvre. I have

no cocktails or appetizers named after me.

I’ve never made the New York Times Best

Seller List, have never been interviewed

on the nightly news. No one that I know

has even given their baby my name. You

see, I coulda, shoulda, woulda...but I

never did. Whatever happened or was worth

mentioning on God’s Green Earth, it most

certainly was not me. That’s enough said about

me, what was your name again?

Chris Hanch 12-12-19