Alright, so I figured I’d share a bit about what went down the other day. The plan was simple: just gonna go see Hernandez. It’s been a while, you know? Life gets busy, people drift, the usual stuff. But I made a point of it this time.
First off, actually getting over there was a bit of a mission. Traffic was a beast, like always. Then finding a spot to park near his place, don’t even get me started. For a second, I thought, maybe another time. But nope, I was committed.
The Setup
So, I finally roll up. Hernandez, he’s out in his garage, tinkering with some old piece of… something. Looked like a radio, maybe? Or a toaster with ambition. He’s always got some project on the go. That’s just him.
He sees me, big grin. “Hey! Long time, man!” And just like that, it’s like no time passed. We didn’t have any big agenda. No spreadsheets, no PowerPoints. Thank goodness.
I grabbed a rickety old stool, he kept fiddling. We just started talking. About this, about that. The kids, work drama (his, mostly, mine’s pretty tame these days), how the neighborhood’s changing. You know, the kind of talk that doesn’t really go anywhere specific but covers a lot of ground.
What Actually Happened
He was trying to get this ancient shortwave radio working. Said he picked it up at a yard sale for next to nothing. Wires everywhere. He’d solder a bit, then curse, then try again. I mostly just watched, handed him a screwdriver once or twice. My technical contribution was minimal, let’s be honest.
But the thing is, it wasn’t really about fixing the radio. It was about the process. Him focused on this little puzzle, me just being there. We talked about some old buddies, wondered what they were up to. Laughed about that one time… well, never mind the details on that.
He offered me a soda, warm from a case sitting on the shelf. Drank it anyway. It’s not about gourmet experiences when you’re just hangin’.
- We probably spent a good two hours like that.
- No profound solutions to world hunger were discovered.
- No groundbreaking business ideas were hatched.
And that was perfectly fine. Actually, it was more than fine.
The Takeaway, If You Can Call It That
I left his place feeling… good. Just, you know, normal good. Not hyped up, not exhausted. Just pleasantly human. It’s amazing how rare that can feel these days, with everyone rushing around, glued to their phones, optimizing every second.
The “practice” here, for me, was just making the time. Showing up. Being present. It sounds so simple, almost silly to call it a “practice,” but honestly, how often do we really do it without an ulterior motive? Without trying to get something out of it other than just the company?
So yeah, that was my “hangin with hernandez” session. Nothing earth-shattering. Just a couple of guys, a busted radio, and a few hours of uncomplicated time. Sometimes, that’s all you need to sort of reset things a bit. My record of it is just this: it happened, and it was good. Simple as that.
