I was digging through some old columns last week, in preparation for my new book, “Still Southern after all these Years.” I found a column that I wrote several years ago, after having seen the Jack Nicholson/Morgan Freeman movie entitled “The Bucket List.” The column was appropriately enough, about making my own bucket list.
These are the things that were on it in 2007:
I’d love to take one of those 10-day raft rides through the Grand Canyon. I saw an IMAX film about it one time and have been wanting to do it ever since. You go with guides who cook all your food for you and you just hang out and enjoy the beauty of God’s creation. I can’t imagine a better way to spend a week or so of whatever time I have left on this earth — be it a year or be it 50 years. I might just get around to doing the Colorado River, too — and sooner rather than later. Let me know if that’s on your list and maybe we can get a trip up and go.
I want to visit Normandy. I have read all my life about the heroic men who wade ashore on those faraway beaches — Omaha and Juno and Sword and Utah and the rest. I have always wanted to go and pay my respects to the men who saved the world from Adolf Hitler. I need to go soon, while some of those heroes are still around to receive my thanks in person.
I want to write a screenplay for a movie. I want to hang out with those Hollywood types and watch them put my ideas and stories and characters on the big screen. I have always thought that my first novel, “Need Two,” would make a hilarious movie if I could just get someone to look at it. I don’t want to be in the movie, understand. I just want to see it made. If you know anyone in the business, help me out here.
I want to see Georgia win another national championship in football. I may not have to wait long.
I want to escort both of my daughters down the aisle on their wedding days — but I don’t want to do that any time soon. And I want to stand at the altar in a black tux and watch my son marry a woman with whom he will spend the rest of his life. Again, I don’t want to do that any time soon.
I want to live long enough to see gasoline drop below two bucks a gallon again. I think the odds of Georgia making it to Miami next January are a lot better than gas dropping to pre-Katrina prices.
I want to get on a scale and see it read a number less than 175 again. That’s a long-term goal. I would settle for 199 in the short term. Things could be worse. My weight could be keeping pace with gasoline prices.
I also want to ride on a shrimp boat. I mean a shrimp-catching boat. I’ve admired shrimpers all my life and read about them and eaten their bounty. Now I would love to go out and watch them work — just once.
And that’s about it. I realize it’s a pretty short list, but I’ve done a lot already. Besides. By the time I check these items off my list, I am sure I will have come up with a few more.
That was a pretty modest list, don’t you think? You know how many of them I have been able to check off? I have walked ONE of my two daughters down the aisle. That’s it. Now, don’t hear something I am not saying. I am not sorry that I have yet to walk my other daughter down the aisle. She has to finish school first, not to mention, find a boyfriend.
The wedding we experienced in August was wonderful and a dream come true, but I can wait a while on the next one. And Jackson is engaged, to a sweet, smart and beautiful Georgia Tech grad, so that item will be checked off the list soon enough, but still, those are the only things that I have gotten done. No movie script, no cheap gasoline, no huge weight loss and no shrimp boat captain calling me up and offering to take me out trolling for shrimp. And Georgia got oh-so-close last year.
Insert a big sigh, here. Oh, well. There is still time, but I guess I had better get busy.
Y’all let me know about that Grand Canyon thing.
Darrell Huckaby is a local author. Email him at email@example.com. For archived columns, go to www.gwinnettdailypost.com/darrellhuckaby.