AT RANDOM: Giving thanks

So my oldest brother calls me on the phone the other day and says he has a proposition for me.

So my oldest brother calls me on the phone the other day and says he has a proposition for me.

I remember my former smelter worker brother’s foray into the multi-level marketing fads of the 90s – skin care products I think it was – so forgive me, oldest brother, if I get a little leery when I hear the word “proposition.”

The foray into MLM didn’t last, and my brother has since done quite well for himself. Well enough that I trust him to look after my millions – I almost kept a straight face typing that – as my investment guy.

Of course, he had to move away and start a new career as a mill worker after some of his investments went wonky when the recession crapped in 2008, but that’s beside the point.

My point is, I listened to my brother’s latest proposition over the phone. After he explained it to me, I said “You don’t have to do that. I’m your brother. I’ll do that for nothing.”

“Yeh, but I can’t fire you as my brother,” he said. “I can fire you at this if you don’t do the job.”

So, essentially, what I take from this is that my brother wants to hire me in order to fire me.

Family. God bless them.

As this is Thanksgiving weekend, I am very thankful for my family, and I know I don’t say that often enough to them. My two brothers and my sister who is currently halfway around the world on the journey she’s dreamed of for years, I’d be lost without them.

We’ve all kinda leaned on each other since our mom’s passing 18 months ago and while we won’t all be together this weekend, I’m certain we’ll all think of each other at some point during out respective Thanksgiving meals.

I will be spending part of Thanksgiving with my son, and I thank the Maker each and every day for giving me the greatest gift ever on Oct. 30, 1999.

I am thankful my son is healthy, happy, intelligent, artistic, hysterically funny, a Habs fan, a B.C. Lions fan and, starting tonight, I’ll be thankful if he makes a couple of fine saves as he plays his first-ever hockey game, in goal no less.

(PS.. I would be more thankful if I hadn’t failed as a father and convinced him to play out instead of in net.)

With all due respect to Vernon Secondary School Class of 1981 alum Al Cooper, 1&2 Electric head honcho Al Schuck and United Steelworker executive member Pat McGregor, I will really be thankful if Sam’s Detroit Tigers knocked out the Evil Empire, the New York Yankees, in game five of their Major League Baseball American League division series playoff last night.

I count the two Als and Pat among my friends, and I am thankful for all of my friends. In my opinion, I have the greatest friends a guy could have.

I’m thankful to have a career that I love.

There are some days when I sit staring at my computer screen, wondering if there isn’t something else out there for me.

And I don’t believe, as I get set to turn 48 later this month,  that you are too old to learn new tricks.

There are times when the phone rings at my desk and I can tell by the ring that it isn’t going to be a good call.

But then, I have a talk with some of my favourite co-workers and company colleagues, or one of my contacts, or I get to tell someone’s story in the paper, and I realize there really isn’t anything else I want to be doing.

I’m thankful for music from the 60s, 70s and 80s. Thankful for Monty Python and all British comedy. Thankful for Clint Eastwood movies. Thankful for Thursday night safety meetings and bowling. Thankful for spring softball. Thankful for having parents who taught me to ride a bicycle and how to ride it properly on the roads before there were bike lanes. Thankful to live in the North Okanagan.

I’m thankful to be happy and somewhat healthy, and, truly, though sometimes I can tell by the ring that it isn’t going to be a good call, I’m thankful that my brother picks up the phone every now and then to say hi.

—Roger Knox is a reporter for The Morning Star