My MN Hollywood Ending
As shared with folks here in MN this morning:
Though the silver screen offers us many examples of heartrending Hollywood endings where close friends must go their separate ways for a time — from Johnny and Baby in “Dirty Dancing” to John Dunbar and his Native American pals in “Dances with Wolves” to Lando and Chewie in search of Han at the end of “Empire” -- I find there is no single scene or expression that can capture exactly how I feel on leaving Minnesota and the life we’ve made here. No music swells majestically, no golden sunset to set the landscape ablaze, nothing quite so perfect or melodramatic or moving. I find that, at the end, I’m just a guy trying to make my way in this world and hoping to do what’s best for my family (“Robocop”, maybe? “The Rock”?)
I can say that my time here has been filled with a myriad of set pieces and action sequences, witty banter, snappy comebacks, long meaningful glances and even the occasional car chase, shared with each of you in one way or another. You’ve all had major supporting roles in our story of life in Minnesota, and I’m hopeful, even grateful, that for some of you, I’ve have the opportunity to perhaps be more than just a walk-on in your story as well.
Thank you for your friendship, for your dialogue, for doing your own stunts, for making a difference in my life, and the life of my family these past three years. For those that made the Sausagefest: thanks for joining us, for your gifts, for your time. For the karaoke crew: thanks for listening, thanks for not losing hope. For the many, many Target professsionals: thanks for the chance to let me work side-by-side with you, to share in your ideas, to play with all the shiny toys, to learn from you, to see what’s truly possible. To the RMG crew: Semper Fi. For the dinner club: thanks for all the fish. For my family: simply, thank you.
And with that, I do believe it’s time to exit stage right and make our way to Chicago. You’ll be able to find us there in Park Ridge, Illinois, just outside Chicago’s city limits, just past the O’hare Toll Plaza, renovating our little post-WWII home. Online, dave@konakai.com will remain the email address, “ goatiki “ will be the IM, and you’ll now be able to always find fresh reviews, scripts and stills from our life at http://www.konakai.com/chicago . Do drop by when you’re in town, or at least call, and we’ll see to it that there’s mai tais waiting at the Hala Kahiki.
And with that, all that’s left is to load the truck this weekend, fire up the engine, and join Jake and Elwood in hitting the road:
Hit it.
Cheers, love, respect, aloha,
Dave
Though the silver screen offers us many examples of heartrending Hollywood endings where close friends must go their separate ways for a time — from Johnny and Baby in “Dirty Dancing” to John Dunbar and his Native American pals in “Dances with Wolves” to Lando and Chewie in search of Han at the end of “Empire” -- I find there is no single scene or expression that can capture exactly how I feel on leaving Minnesota and the life we’ve made here. No music swells majestically, no golden sunset to set the landscape ablaze, nothing quite so perfect or melodramatic or moving. I find that, at the end, I’m just a guy trying to make my way in this world and hoping to do what’s best for my family (“Robocop”, maybe? “The Rock”?)
I can say that my time here has been filled with a myriad of set pieces and action sequences, witty banter, snappy comebacks, long meaningful glances and even the occasional car chase, shared with each of you in one way or another. You’ve all had major supporting roles in our story of life in Minnesota, and I’m hopeful, even grateful, that for some of you, I’ve have the opportunity to perhaps be more than just a walk-on in your story as well.
Thank you for your friendship, for your dialogue, for doing your own stunts, for making a difference in my life, and the life of my family these past three years. For those that made the Sausagefest: thanks for joining us, for your gifts, for your time. For the karaoke crew: thanks for listening, thanks for not losing hope. For the many, many Target professsionals: thanks for the chance to let me work side-by-side with you, to share in your ideas, to play with all the shiny toys, to learn from you, to see what’s truly possible. To the RMG crew: Semper Fi. For the dinner club: thanks for all the fish. For my family: simply, thank you.
And with that, I do believe it’s time to exit stage right and make our way to Chicago. You’ll be able to find us there in Park Ridge, Illinois, just outside Chicago’s city limits, just past the O’hare Toll Plaza, renovating our little post-WWII home. Online, dave@konakai.com will remain the email address, “ goatiki “ will be the IM, and you’ll now be able to always find fresh reviews, scripts and stills from our life at http://www.konakai.com/chicago . Do drop by when you’re in town, or at least call, and we’ll see to it that there’s mai tais waiting at the Hala Kahiki.
And with that, all that’s left is to load the truck this weekend, fire up the engine, and join Jake and Elwood in hitting the road:
Hit it.
Cheers, love, respect, aloha,
Dave
