“Look for a way of life. Decide how you want to live and then see what you can do to make a living within that way of life.”-Hunter S. Thompson

Though I couldn’t articulate it at the time four years and eight months ago, I wanted to live a certain way and offer an original contribution to this world. As the journey progressed, two criteria emerged.

Criteria 1: This would apply to all aspects of my life.

Criteria 2: I was not going to follow a road someone else had paved. I was going to do the paving.

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“Once you have come here as a human being, you are supposed to be the master of your life.”-Sadhguru

All EXTERNAL ACTIONS would become intentional. My time would be spent pursuing activities and people that I found interesting, meaningful, and/or limit-pushing in an effort to create the best version of Benj to offer to the world. Very little time would be spent on all else. (I went to my first work meeting in over two and a half years last week. It lasted seven minutes, so I survived.)

So I began paving. I met hundreds of new people. I travelled to tons of new places. I reimagined a new lifestyle. I redefined so many categories. I unlearned as much as I could. I changed my mind a million times (In my opinion, the ultimate strength. In society’s opinion, the ultimate weakness.)

I did the travel. I did the golf. I did the work. And all of a sudden (not really), it turned into something.

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“I love the process. I love getting better…I love everything about it. I even love that if you do everything right, you can still get screwed, and you have to be OK with it.”-LPGA golfer Danielle Kang

All INTERNAL REACTIONS would become intentional. More patient. More playful. More calm, at ease, and peaceful. I’ve done a lot of work on this. Lots of early morning reading, podcasts, and audiobooks.

If something made me mad, I stopped and asked myself why. If something made me nervous or anxious, I asked myself why. If I was scared of something, I asked myself why. I basically designed a lifestyle of complete uncertainty, so I forced myself to meet these issues head on.

In retrospect, the external acts of moving, starting a new career, etc. have been cakewalks compared to the internal work. Designing an awesome yet largely non traditional lifestyle is pointless if you care what anyone thinks about your designing an awesome yet largely non traditional lifestyle.

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“Above all, I thirst for discoveries, travel, meeting other players, different cultures.”- Kylian Mbappe

It’s almost 2022. My list of interests is as robust as ever. I absolutely adore raising the kids with Christy.

I love waking up to sunrises over the gulf. I love the coastal and New Orleans flavor down here, the freedom of being outside all the time.

Sports betting really has my attention right now. I’ve got 8 or 9 golf tournaments I want to play in next year, about half which are in places I’ve never been. I want to keep teaching, learning, and getting better.

Plus, it’s time to hit the road again. Meet new people. See new places. Learn new things. And I hope that starts in January with one of my favorite places in the world.

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Happy Holidays!-Benj

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“A third way (to retire) is you’re doing something you love. You enjoy it so much, it’s not about the money.”-Naval Ravikant

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I had to go to the bank the other day. Before the nice lady who helped me could handle the reason for my visit, she said she needed to confirm some personal information.

Are you still a banker?

No ma’am. I used to be for almost 17 years. Now I’m an assistant golf professional.

Wow. Age 39. Two lives already. First in banking. Now in golf.

Yes ma’am.

Is your email still ……..soccer@…..?

Yes ma’am.

Soccer? Did you play soccer?

Yes ma’am. That was actually my first life and first love. From age 3 through college and beyond.

So soccer? Then banking? Then golf? Three lives already?

Soccer wasn’t a profession, but it definitely was a life. I’m sure I’ll have more lives too. There’s so much I’m interested in.

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One of the major topics that has driven the last almost five years of my abk lifestyle design is my relationship with the idea of retirement. I observe other people’s relationship with it daily, and it fascinates the hell out of me.

As someone who understands and accepts that I have a health condition that may not allow me to fully enjoy my later years…

As someone who understands and accepts that I don’t have the personality to ever just lay on a beach and do nothing…

As someone who understands and accepts that I have a lot of mini-lives that I want to live to fully complete my one beautiful life…

…I had to take matters into my own hands. I had to redefine the previously defined idea of early retirement.

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As I’ve written about multiple times, I was once concerned with creating a blog, brand, or whatever, only to realize as the process unfolded that what I really wanted to create was a full, intentional life. As such, one of the things I am most proud of within the abk lifestyle creation is that the line between work and play is damn near invisible.

When I say I am going to play golf, I’m likely going to put in work. Contrastingly, when I say I am going to work, I am likely going to laugh, converse, and watch sports with folks for a good portion of the day. There are normal play things that I consider work, and there are lots of normal work things that I consider play. As Ravikant says, I’m always ‘working.’ It looks like work to others, but it feels like play to me.

On any normal day, I go at it for 10-13 hours, so it is vital to create the daily environment that I want to operate in. The first key is variety. It’s three hours of sunshine, two hours of exercise, five hours of work, two hours of teaching, and countless hours of studying, learning, and socializing. The second key is cultivating a real indifference to the 90+% of stuff that just doesn’t matter. In one ear and out the other. It’s a skill that can be developed.

(You can ask anyone close to me. I am a master at this. I am on a mission to help anyone that wants to get better, get better. To help anyone that wants to fulfill their potential, fulfill their potential. But to give any attention to bullshit and nonsense and so forth, nah. My time and inner peace is mine.)

Ignoring the noise and engaging regularly in all of the things I am interested in has been the secret sauce that has opened up so many opportunities for work and play. Continuing to explore and invest in that same secret sauce is how something really cool is starting to get built.

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Somewhere along the journey, I realized that I just wanted to play. That’s what I enjoy. That’s what I’m good at. That’s why I’m here. But the play I’m talking about takes a lot of work, and it might take (more than) a lifetime to accomplish my vision.

But as long as it doesn’t feel like work, I know I’m on the right track.

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Have a great week.-Benj

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“But the point is that there’s no reason why I or anybody else can’t do it at a later age. It just takes a little bit more work.”-Phil Mickelson

4/17/19- Day 1 of the golf journey as a 14 handicap, low 90s shooting, very average, amateur lover of golf

959 Days- Grinded my ass off

Black Friday 2021- Fulfilled the last requirement needed to apply for the PGA PGM Program

11/30/21- Officially became a PGA Associate, which means a handful of things, one of which is now playing as a professional instead of an amateur

12/6/21- Played in my first tournament as a professional, the Six Pro Scramble at beautiful Mossy Oak Golf Club

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The 17th hole at Mossy Oak is a relatively short Par 5, measuring 523 yards from the tees I was playing. It was my team’s sixth hole on a quite chilly day. I had made a nice birdie putt on our 3rd hole of the day, but otherwise I had struggled on the first five holes with how far (or lack thereof) my ball was flying in the cold and windy air.

I stepped up to the 17th tee, knowing the exact line I needed to choose for the ball to funnel back to the middle of the fairway. I smoked it exactly where I wanted, only to be outdriven by a few yards by one of my teammates that was teeing off about sixty yards in front of me. As the six of us gathered around the ball that we chose to play, I quickly realized I did not have a club in my bag for the shot that we had. 230 yards, uphill, in the cold air was too far for my 3 iron, but my 3 wood would fly over the green. Determined not to be short for the sixth hole in a row, I grabbed my 3 wood, choked down, and manufactured a little skanky bullet that ended up on the green about 60 feet below the hole. It was the best of the bunch, an unlikely eagle try, but that’s why we play the game.

As we surveyed the putt, we didn’t all agree what it was doing. My first teammate sent it long and right, my second teammate went just a little long, and my third teammate stopped it a foot from the hole ensuring the team a tap in birdie. After watching those three putt, I knew that the putt started about a foot left and, if hit at the correct pace, would snap right at the very end. As soon as I hit it, as ridiculous as this sounds, I knew that it was in. Five seconds later, it hit the pin dead center and dropped into the cup for an eagle. My boss, standing behind me, went bananas. My four other teammates, all professionals, were whooping and hollering, hyped as hyped can be. I just stood there. Frozen. Taking it all in. They’ve been doing this stuff for decades, half centuries, lifetimes.

After 959 days, and after my 6th ever hole as a professional, I was right where I was supposed to be.

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Have a great week.-Benj

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“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”-Leo Tolstoy

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Have a great week.-Benj

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“There is no need to do what others are doing. You must do what truly matters to you as a life.”-Sadhguru

Saturday morning, it got a little chilly for the first time. As such, I broke out my superfine lavender cashmere Ralph Lauren Purple Label sweater. I hadn’t worn it in months, maybe years. When I got to work, not having seen it before, one of my new buddies stopped me and asked if it was new.

New, bro? This is a gem from my old life. Go to my Instagram. Scroll all the way down. Let’s take a walk down memory lane.

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I sometimes ask myself what exactly anything but khakis®️ (abk) is? Is it a lifestyle, an attitude, a way of being, or a feeling? Is it a brand, a company, a journal, a website, all of the above, or none of the above?

One thing that cannot be debated is, when you scroll down to the bottom, it all started as a fashion blog. Just a man and his love for style!

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It’s all connected. That’s what my good buddy, Junior, and I always talk about.

Clothes, hats, tattoos, jewelry.

Travel, adventure, curiosity.

Nature, variety, freedom, love, beauty.

Photography, creativity, writing, real estate.

Running, golf, sports.

Pushing limits, bucking the non-traditional, the contrarian nature, rewriting rules that desperately need to be rewritten.

All of these interests have led to my cultivating a real indifference for those many things that do not matter and a carefree intensity towards those things that really do.

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It has been a pretty cool process (I have felt every emotion possible) to get to know myself as an adult with limited outside influence. To consciously, intentionally, and purposefully discover what I want out of life and then actually design and build it.

It’s my life’s work to introduce this concept to those around me by living and breathing the abk vibe every single day.

And to think I ever thought anything but khakis®️ was about a sweater.

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Have a great week.-Benj

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A few years ago, a group of family members took an autumn, long weekend jaunt to Lake Lure, NC. I remember very little about the trip outside of three things. We had fun. I climbed Chimney Rock with my sister. And whilst devouring a spread of North Carolina’s best, Bridges Barbecue, I watched my Carolina Panthers lose a tightly contested Thursday Night Football game to the Philadelphia Eagles.

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Almost a year later, I remember when I touched down in Vegas for the first time. Just hours before takeoff, I had received a massive health scare that had me more than a little shook. (It later turned out to be a false alarm.) Combine that with Christy’s reaction to the airline’s misplacement of her luggage, and there were a few nerves dancing around Sin City that night. So when Kousin Kris, my caddie and trusty travel mate arrived, we decided to get right to it. Our Uber driver suggested an old school, mobster, Frank Sinatra kind of Italian restaurant called Battista’s near our hotel, and much to our delight, the carafes of red wine were on our table glaring at us immediately upon our arrival.

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Just a couple of months later, I found myself having an otherworldly pasta in New York City, flying back to Charlotte to grab my son, and then heading to the farthest eastern reaches of the state to meet Christy. We ordered some insanely flavored Asian fusion and then watched my Carolina Panthers get battered by the Pittsburgh Steelers on Thursday Night Football, the night my boy Cam Newton’s demise began.

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Apparently, I was still hungry, so I headed to Cleveland with a couple of friends for a Panthers-Browns GameDay and a super gluttonous meal. If I recall correctly, it had shades of Las Vegas written all over it. Land at the airport, (toss in some snow), EAT.

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I’m still hungry, as last weekend’s autumn jaunt a few hours north proved. The chili glazed shrimp tacos were on point and the soul food, southern cooking BBQ touched my soul. But I’m a first night, set the tone kind of guy. Arrive in a new place, get the local recommendation, watch a ballgame and get to it.

But a funny thing happened this time. We picked up the crazy pizza. We arrived at the cabin in the woods. But when the website said there would be no wi-fi, damnit, they were not lying. LSU was giving Alabama all they had, I had a dollar or seven on the game, and I basically had to stand on my head to get an update.

But we had fun, and that’s all that matters. Well, that, plus my taste buds were happy and my belly was full.

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Have a great week.-Benj

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Looking back, I think that the purpose of the running stage of the abk journey was to test both my physical and mental limits. (I hate running, so I know it wasn’t for enjoyment.) After running a 5k, 10k, half marathon, and 2 full marathons in various stages of illness and injury, my biggest learning was that when I think I am at my limit of what I can accomplish, I am nowhere anywhere close. But having said that, the stretch limit can only be stretched so far.

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Starting over and designing a new life never felt like a daunting task to me. If anything, it felt exciting. Freeing. Not knowing a soul in Coastal Mississippi, I figured the blank slate would be amazing for all of the things I wanted to do with my life, and at worst, it would be a little lonely to start. But in time, I knew I would figure it out.

What I did NOT anticipate was that, along with having another child, all of the things I had been slowly, patiently building towards would ignite at exactly the same time. I love juggling so many exciting opportunities, but…

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After working a full day last Sunday, practicing, and then trick or treating for what felt like 26.2 miles, I crashed. Four and a half years of abk ideas and actions came to a head about 8pm. For someone who wakes up every day between 4:30am and 6am, I went to sleep Sunday night hoping there would be a PM behind when I finally woke up.

I crawled out of bed around 10am Monday, satisfied but still sore and mentally groggy. I slowly took the dogs down the stairs, wondering whose idea it was to build a house 23 feet in the air. As they wandered through the palm trees and plants, I sat down on the bottom stair and took a deep breath.

Business at the course is booming, and I have two jobs. Make sure every person that walks through the door has a memorable experience, and make sure we are always getting better.

I can’t believe how many people want lessons. I’m completely booked. With a waiting list. And now I’m turning people down.

I’ve got to take the week off from playing. My feet, elbows, knees, and back are so sore. I’m physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted. I’m so close to my next milestone, but I really need to rest.

What am I going to write about this week? Well, this, probably. Writing a journal entry about being fried seems like a great idea.

Man, I’m really enjoying messing around with the SportsBook on Saturdays in CasinoTown. I’m decent at it, too. My previous side hustle has now turned into more than full-time, so I need a new side hustle.

It’s been a minute since I’ve gone jet skiing. I’d love to go ride a few more times before it gets too chilly.

What about all of my other creative ideas? I’ve got a million things I want to do. And travel?

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So I did what any reasonable dad would do. Mama! Get the kids! Let’s go rent a cabin in the woods next weekend. Fall leaves, good food, crisp air. Time to chill and recharge.

(Oh, and no golf clubs or wi-fi. It’s time for some new inspiration.)

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Have a great week.-Benj

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“You’re ready.”- one of my coaches

You had a big day last week, didn’t you?

Every day is a big day, but yes, last Tuesday was especially big.

Catch everyone up to speed.

In a nutshell, I took a nine hour, 36 hole playing test in New Orleans where I had to shoot a target score. I missed fully passing by 0.6 of a stroke. I did partially pass, so I am currently in the process of registering so that I can play in my first professional tournament in early December.

0.6? Wow, that’s brutal.

I choked, with my only double bogey of the day on my 36th hole. It happens.

It happens?

I was a 14 handicap golfer two and a half years ago. I didn’t know how to hold the club correctly. What I have done is wildly improbable. My lack of experience still wins out sometimes. It happens.

How do you overcome lack of experience?

Get in the game and jump in the fire. I’ve said it and done it virtually every day for four and a half years. If you are afraid of something, look it in the eyes and overcome it. Or you will never be free.

You talk about freedom a lot?

That’s what human beings crave, I think. We just camouflage it with other words. This whole abk journey is based on freedom.

Have you found it?

85%.

Care to elaborate?

There’s always more work to be done.

Sounds like the opposite of freedom.

Not if you enjoy what you are doing every single day and keep getting better and better and better.

What does freedom have to do with last Tuesday?

Nerves still own me in pressure-packed situations on the course. I was as cool as a cucumber for 7+ hours. Then my heart started beating and my hands started sweating.

How do you fix that?

Jump back in the fire. With enough reps, I’ll get it under control. I mean, where I am today vs where I started is absolutely absurd. Like I said, wildly improbable.

Do you consider Tuesday a failure or a success?

Both. I didn’t fully pass, but damn if I didn’t surprise myself and my coaches. I played incredibly for 7+ straight hours in the howling wind. Just didn’t finish the job. But I will soon enough.

You started with a quote above, “You’re ready.”

I’ve been grinding for two and a half years now at the game of golf, and though I have gotten miles better, I haven’t really achieved anything. In fact, I’ve lost and failed a ton. That messes with your head a little. Tuesday, even though I limped in, I proved something big to myself. The best players have confidence and belief in droves, and I’ve started to turn a corner there.

Self-confidence and self-belief?

Two of the most important things in golf and life.

And freedom?

Probably 1A. And not the freedom to play golf every day, the freedom to travel, or whatever you want to do with your life. I’m talking about the freedom to play golf every day, the freedom to travel, or whatever you want to do with your life having successfully battled your fears, insecurities, and anxieties. Simply playing in the event Tuesday was my 85%. The double bogey on the 36th hole just proves there’s more work to be done.

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Have a great week.-Benj

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“Every single shot matters.”- abk Golf

We must begin to normalize personal failure as a part of the process. At a minimum, accept it. At a maximum, applaud it. Fear of failure and fear of judgment in regards to failing are preventing so many people from discovering what they are truly capable of. I’ve been there. I know.

But a few years ago, I reversed course and decided I was going to find out who and what I could really be. 100% Benj. Not 30%. Not 85%. No cruise control. A journey way outside the comfort zone.

One of my biggest learnings along the way is that to get to my 100%, embracing failure is mandatory. Yes, embracing failure is mandatory because it means that I am pushing my limits, pursuing my curiosity, and experiencing new things.

One of the things that I have chosen to do is ridiculously hard, and I failed again, for the umpteenth time, on Tuesday in New Orleans. I was sick to my stomach with how it all went down. But after a couple of conversations and an adequate night’s rest, I understood the day’s importance in becoming 100% Benj.

It wasn’t a failure. It was a massive, massive moment. I just came up a little short.

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It wasn’t lost on me that on Tuesday, October 19, 2021, I had the opportunity to pass the most difficult piece of the puzzle in transitioning from an amateur to a professional. Less than 20% of people who take the PGA Player Ability Test pass, it takes many good golfers multiple times, and many never actually pass.

It was my first attempt at taking the 36 hole playing test, a grind that would last roughly nine straight hours in the Louisiana sun. It would test playing ability, grit, patience, nerves, and mental prowess. The test doesn’t demand that you shoot lights out. It ensures you are a damn good, consistent golfer that possesses all of the tangibles and intangibles to be called a professional.

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It was a gorgeous, albeit windy, day in The Big Easy. I was ready. Not hyped. Not too excited. Ready. Focused. After a practice round, a little tomfoolery, and a good meal in the city on Monday, I had a job to do Tuesday. I did the job for the first nine holes, carding a ho-hum 38. I did the job for the second nine holes, carding another ho-hum 38. I did the job for the third nine holes, carding yet another ho-hum 38.

A fourth ho-hum 38 would have done the trick with four strokes to spare, but competitive golf is never that straightforward, I am learning. After good pars on my 28th and 29th holes of the day, the drama began. I missed a two footer for par on my 30th hole, but followed it up with a great par on one of the hardest holes on the course. And then, inexplicably, I bogied four straight holes. Inexperience. Let me repeat, inexperience.

I headed to the par 5 18th hole for the second time needing only a bogey to pass the exam. Over the past nearly nine hours and 35 holes, I had not made anything close to a double bogey. And then, like an absolute clown, I choked and made a double bogey. I wanted to vomit.

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Interestingly, with five holes left to play, I heard my subconscious say Don’t make a mistake. Instead of playing smart offense as I had all day, I started playing defense.

It’s against everything I believe and the complete opposite of abk, and it cost me. I needed to shoot 156.4, and I shot 157. By playing it too safe.

0.6 of a stroke after two and a half years of grinding. It’s a tough pill to swallow but a great lesson learned. Failure, redefined.

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Have a great week.-Benj

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“There is no passion to be found playing small and settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.”-Nelson Mandela

I am by no means an expert on parenting, but I do know that my son watches me like a hawk. Every word that I say, every action that I do, every tattoo that I get. He sees it all. We were lying in bed last Thursday night, and out of nowhere he said to me, Dad, you are one unique dad. I started giggling and beaming with pride, and asked, What do you mean?

You just do things differently. You do things that other dads don’t do. I mean, other dads don’t have tattoos on their chest, do they?

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It is no secret that I love to travel. It’s how and where I reimagined, reinvented, and rediscovered my zest for life. It is no secret that I have done a fair amount of traveling, particularly in the past five years. It is also no secret that every time I travel, if my son is not with me, I am giving up precious time that I could be spending with him. I am well aware of this as I’m sure he is also, but as I told him in that same Unique Dad conversation, Son, traveling is the best way to see what’s out there, discover yourself, and uncover what it is you want to do with your life. Start early, and never stop. It’s a huge world with endless possibilities.

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The conversation continued. Dad, when I turn 21, we are going to see the world. All 50 states. Every country. I started buzzing. You have a date.

At six years old, he has a great start. We’ve taken memorable trips to the DC area, New Orleans, Atlanta, Miami, Nashville, Dallas, and New York City. He’s lived in North Carolina and Mississippi. He’s been to all of the Deep South, all of the Southeast, and much of the East Coast. He also thinks that because I have visited and enjoyed 43 of our nation’s great states that I’ve seen everything, but I remind him, there’s always more to discover. My soul craves it every day.

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If I needed any further proof that he watches me like a hawk, I got it a few minutes later. Dad, here’s what we are going to do on the trip. First, we are going to a game in every place. Front row. We’ll make a pattern and just rotate. Baseball, soccer, football, so on. We’ll see the things that we want to see. Maybe meet some cool people?

I love it, son. How about food and drink? That’s so important.

Yeah, yeah. When we are in Los Angeles, we need to eat and drink Los Angeles things and meet Los Angeles people. Same for Miami and even Arkansas.

Yep! You don’t want to be eating chicken tenders every meal for the rest of your life, although I do love a good chicken tender.

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These are all great ideas, son, but can I offer a few thoughts?

Sure.

Let the trip unfold naturally. A rigid trip misses a ton of hidden gems. Allow for the unplanned. The world is like a puzzle. An unsolveable maze. With every adventure you get two answers, but four more questions. It’s beautiful. A great number of people are looking for the answers, but the beauty is in the questions, in the process, in the exploration, in the left turns, and in the doing.

The first time I went to New York City, I fell in love. I had so many questions, and I still do. That’s why I keep going back and always will. You’ve been. Do you have any questions?

Yes. Lots.

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Dad, one final thing, can mom and Charli come with us?

Absolutely, buddy. Let’s send them an invitation for 2036 right now.

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Have a great week.-Benj

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