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Day 2505: It all worked out

When things are challenging at work and elsewhere, I like to share my personal epic stories with my fiancé, Michael.

Michael (who until recently was just my boyfriend) used to respond — after I had finished weaving my latest saga of ups and downs, twists and turns, backs and forths, and tos and fros — like so:

Everybody loves you, Ann.

Maybe because we’re all sadder and wiser these days (as we realize that not EVERYBODY loves us), Michael’s go-to response to my personal stories is now this:

It all worked out.

“It all worked out” as a response to my stories evokes ups and downs, twists and turns, backs and forths, and tos and fros in me, including:

  • laughter,
  • annoyance,
  • calm,
  • mind-reading,
  • agreement,
  • worry that my story might not have been as riveting in the telling as I had hoped,
  • acceptance,
  • sarcasm,
  • epiphanies, and
  • often a resolution to tell the same story to somebody who was there or who knows the people who were there (because, as they say, “you had to be there”).

Yesterday, I told Michael that my next blog post was going to be titled “It all worked out.”  We’ll see how that works out.

Last night,  I went to the 25th anniversary of Cam Neely‘s huge charity event, Comics Come Home, at the Boston Garden.  I had some anxiety and worry about parking and getting to the venue, where I was meeting Julie, one of my co-workers.

This anxiety and worry seemed well founded when I encountered troubling signs at the parking garage where I had pre-paid for a space through the app Park Whiz.




It appeared that I was going to have to pay $36 – $48 to get my car out, after paying $17 last week to Park Whiz to reserve a space at this garage.  I called the phone number in the Park Whiz app and reached a nice human being who told me that, when I returned from the event at the Garden, I should buzz the attendant who should let me out. SHOULD, I thought, wondering how this was going to work out.

I then worked my way over to the Boston Garden through twists and turns, backs and forths, and tos and fros, as Google Maps gave me confusing and sometimes incorrect information.  (I am thankful there were minimal ups and downs, because I do not like working out on hills.)  When Google Maps was telling me that I was still a five-minute walk away from the Garden, I asked two nearby policeman, “This may be a stupid question, but where’s The Garden?”  As I expected, they pointed and replied, “It’s right here.”  Then, when I told the security people at the doors that I had a pacemaker, they worked it out so I could avoid the metal detectors, which can make pacemakers stop working correctly. Soon I was back inside the Garden, where I had seen Larry Bird, Robert Parish, and the other Boston Celtics work out so many wins during the 1980s.









It might be difficult to work out from those photos that the comedians last night included host Denis Leary, Bill Burr, Steven Wright, Pete Holmes, John MulaneyLenny Clarke, and Kelly MacFarland (who WORKED it, girl!).

After the amazing show, my co-worker Julie accompanied me back to the parking garage because neither of us were sure how this was going to work out.  We buzzed the attendant, who said he could NOT let me out and that I was going to have to pay full price and settle up with Park Whiz.  When we argued with him, he hung up on us.  I called Park Whiz again and when I started to explain the situation, a different nice human being on the other end asked, “Is this Ann?”  She apologized for the hassle and told me that they had spoken to management of the garage and that they were supposed to let me out.  Then I lost phone reception with her.  Julie contacted the attendant again and the nice Park Whiz person called me back and asked if she could somehow talk to the attendant. As I was trying to work this out, I heard the parking attendant say this to Julie through the intercomm:

You know what? I’m sick of this!  People are telling me different things. I’ll just let you out. Okay?  Bring your car around.  I’ll recognize you.

I got into my little yellow car, drove to the exit, and, after a few moments, the unseen parking attendant lifted the gate so I could work my way out. After driving into better phone reception, I called Park Whiz again. It was after midnight, past the time the first nice Park Whiz person had said they would still be answering the phones.  However, I easily reached more nice people, who apologized for the confusion and the miscommunications and who gave me a credit for future Park Whiz bookings.

Julie insisted on working her way home via an Uber, refusing my offers to drive her there.  Later, I texted her this:

Thank you so much!  You are my hero!

She replied:

Thanks for a fun night!

I look forward to seeing her tomorrow, back at work.

When I got home to Michael last night, the first thing I said to him was, “It all worked out.”

Here‘s Denis Leary working it out in a song he performed last night with The Enablers.


That’s how they work things out in Boston.

Thanks to all who help me work things out at this daily blog, including YOU.




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Day 2189: Who is it?

Who is it that just posted this on Facebook?

If it’s not me posting that I’ll be performing my latest original song “It’s Not Me” at the Jam’n Java Open Mic in Arlington’s Kickstand Cafe this Friday (January 4) while wearing my original t-shirt that says “It’s Not Me,” then who is it?

Who is it that just wrote another verse for “It’s Not Me”?

It’s not me who’s claiming

that our love was a sham.

It’s not me who’s blaming

all the things that I am.

© Ann Koplow, 2018

Who is it that took these photos yesterday?











Who is it that will be disappointed if people don’t laugh at the improv section of “It’s Not Me” Friday night?  And who is it that learned how to balance a salt shaker on its side at college?

Who is it that’s sharing this music, here and now?

Who is it who saw The Who at The Boston Garden in the 1970s?

Who is it that’s expressing thanks to all who helped me create this post (including my son Aaron and The Who) and to you — Whoo hoo! —  who’s reading it?


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Day 427: Easily confused

I think of myself as easily confused.  As a matter of fact, when I picture my own face in my mind (and am I the only one who does that?), I usually appear rather perplexed.

I would say — without too much fear of contradiction —  that confusion is an understandable, appropriate reaction, a lot of the time. I mean, things can be confusing out there (and in here, too).

To add to the bewilderment, there are things we hear — as we are learning to negotiate the world — that actually contradict each other.

For example, there are lots of idioms that say opposite things. For example:

  1. Look before you leap.
  2. He who hesitates is lost.

I mean, if you tried to follow both of those instructions, at the same time … what would happen?  I don’t know how, when, or where you would move next, but I’m assuming you’d be pretty perplexed.

There are several other examples of Opposite Idioms, like

  1. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
  2. Out of sight, out of mind.

… but rather than write more about those,  I’m going to risk disorienting things, by telling you about a joke I made up, during the 1970’s.

Yes, I made up a joke when I was in my 20’s and — a decade later — when I got up the guts to do stand-up comedy at an Open Mic night, that joke was part of my routine.

I’m not saying that joke was the BEST part of my stand-up routine, mind you.  But I did enjoy telling the first — and perhaps, only — “real joke” I’ve ever written.

Now, I could digress into a discussion of what makes a “real joke,” but that would make quite a muddle, wouldn’t it? So rather than confounding things even more, how about if I just take a deep breath and tell you that joke, now?

You may have all heard about “light beer,” which has fewer calories — and a lower alcohol content — than regular beer. Well, I’ve invented a new kind of beer, for a different crowd. It’s called “fat beer,” and it’s got THREE TIMES the alcohol content of regular beer. Here’s the marketing slogan: “He who has a taste is sloshed.”

Hmmmm. You might have several reactions to that joke.  But perhaps we can all agree about this: it’s not exactly mystifying WHY I thought of that joke, this morning.

I’m so easily confused, dear readers, that I’ve actually lost track of other reasons why I chose this topic, today.

However, I will share something else that’s on my mind. Tonight, I’m going to the TD Garden


at the same location as Boston Garden


where I used to see one of my heroes, Larry Bird


… play his heart out.  But tonight, I’m going to that same location, which now has a different building and a different name, to see two of my other heroes play, but in a different sense of that word:


No wonder I’m confused.

Thanks to Wikipedia (for all of the images but the last one*), to anybody else who gets confused, and to you — of course! — for reading today.

* That image can be found here. And, probably, other places too. Confused?

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