This saying became his life motto and it usually applied to his first afternoon beer, which was usually just a primer for the second one soon to follow. As a mechanic, a shrimper and a net maker, my old man spent most of his working hours in the outside world where the dog days of summer or the relentless winds of a Nor’easter could wreak havoc on his lifelong job as a shrimp boat Captain. That first beer on a hot day never stood a chance.
Now that I’ve gotten older, I guess Dad’s motto registered with me more than I realized. Truth be known, “First One Doesn’t Count “ can be applied to cocktails, relationships, golf swings, and even a piece of chicken or a cupcake at a Sunday barbecue.
Think about it, none of us learned to do anything right the first time around. We couldn’t ride a bike without falling off. We couldn’t cook a steak without burning a few hamburgers. And when it comes to relationships, well my son always tells me, “Dad, I would never come to you for relationship advice!” All of which brings me to cherish the idea of rewarding ourselves with a second chance or a second opportunity.
So, today I raise my glass. Thank you Dad, thank you Captain Frank! Thanks for sharing your wonderful life motto. I believe I’ll have another beer, 'cause the First One Doesn’t Count. Cheers!
LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO JUST HAVE ONE. REWARD YOURSELF!
THAT'S WHAT MY OLD MAN WOULD SAY.
