I think I finally am.

Getting there.

The signals lead me to believe so.

In fact, several of them have manifested themselves in the last half hour.

I have recently joined a small, though I doubt very elite group. (unless you asked my boys, then the answer would be different)

I am a fledgling Mac user.

I’ve made fun of my boys pertaining to this matter for years.  I’ve ribbed them about the terribly tiny navigation buttons that are on the wrong side of the screen. 

I’ve extolled the ease of a Windows machine. 

But today, even as we speak, I am writing this on a Mac machine.

I ought to know better. 

I used to be a Chevy fellow to the bone.

But then one day Austin got a Ford.

I made fun of it too.

I passed it off as being synonymous with the way he ordered strange things at restaurants and claimed he enjoyed them.

But then Bryce got a Ford.

And then, after riding around with both in their Ford trucks off and on, I got a Ford. 

I don’t regret my decision about that one iota.  Just yesterday I got into a Denali to move it a bit so I could get parked under the car port because of the rain.  Oh sure, it had lots of bells and whistles, but I recognized a lot of them as old hat stuff that Ford has had for the last number of years.  And the seats!  I feel sorry for whoever takes a trip and must sit on them for any longer than an hour. 

However, the jury is still out on the Mac versus Windows business.  I’d like to say crummy things about Mac at this point.  But I know that wouldn’t be fair because I’m still trying to learn my way around.  And, if I must admit it, I’m a little bit proud of myself, me being such an old dog and all, that I’m willing to try a new trick now and then. 

I tried to pacify my guilty feelings when I first started using this machine by googling Mac versus Windows.  I hoped it might say something about Space X using Mac because of the seamless integration with their high-speed inputs and technical operations.  I hoped that maybe it would say that behind the landing of the last booster into the chopsticks, was a single Mac getting it done. 

But it didn’t. 

In fact, it said more people used Windows than Mac. 

Maybe that’s not all bad.

Maybe it puts me into the earlier mentioned small group because they like their privacy better than the rest of the herd. 

The other game changer that I claim got me there is, wait for it, Sushi.

Yes, I eat it now.

I didn’t use to.

I used to make fun of it just like I did Fords and Mac machines.

I used to say that the folks who ate Sushi really didn’t like it, they just ate it to look cool, while hiding a pronounced gag reflex behind their hand as they fluttered the chopsticks up to their mouth with the next bite.

But here I am, saying I like it.

Well, that statement needs to be qualified.  I like one, and at the best two varieties of it. 

And both are deep fat fried. 

Don’t even think about making me try one of those raw ones.  I had a hard enough time convincing my stomach just to get to the place I am with it all.

It’s true, I had some gag reflex issues I had to work with at the start.  And I couldn’t even hide them with fancy fluttering chopsticks, cause I don’t know how to use them.

And, once while I was trying to get the whole piece in, because that’s how the boys say I should do it, half of it fell off my fork and landed smack on my jacket front.  I was deeply offended, to say the least.  It was like that stuff was doing the turns on me before it ever made it to my stomach. 

Whether I’ll take on more responsibility in this area, such as learning to eat a few more varieties of it, or learning to use chopsticks, remains to be seen.

But here’s the deal. 

Google says sushi is extremely popular with Americans, saying nearly 5 million eat sushi at least once a month. 

Say now.  It looks like I’m in with real dudes on this one.