It is common practice these days for folks to have a bucket list. Personally, I never heard of the term until Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman made a movie called “The Bucket List,” which I have managed to avoid watching.
I don’t like the whole idea of making one. At my age, my bucket list consists of — I want to wake up each morning and be able to pee. Think about it. If I can’t do either, it doesn’t matter what the rest of the day will be like.
Would any of my family or friends believe me if I claimed my life would be incomplete if I never get to ride a yak while visiting Tibet? I don’t think so. But frankly, I am feeling the pressure to come up with a bucket list if only for the sake of conversation. In order to get everyone off my back, here is my bucket list (not necessarily in order of preference).
I’d like to see Joe Banner smile, just once, just not at our expense.
I’d like Alicia Keys to sing “Girl on Fire” to me, even if I don’t have the right credit card.
I’d like a woman to be elected president or governor of this state or mayor of this city, or better yet, all three.
I’d like to see a movie set in Philadelphia without one mention of a cheesesteak.
I’d like a statue of Joe Frazier, a real Philadelphia boxing great, to replace the statue of Rocky Balboa, who only exists in the movies and in the mind of Sylvester Stallone.
I’d like to see the end of social media and texting and for people to begin speaking and writing in full sentences again.
I’d like to hear someone address Ed Snider without the “Mr.”
I’d like to see a holiday without a war.
I’d like to hear a rap artist who can move me like Otis Redding.
I’d like to see the Kimmel Center book a pop artist whom I care about.
I’d like to see a brightly lit and clean City Hall.
I’d like to see the end of the skinless hot dog. Bring back the snap and pop.
I’d like Philadelphians to appreciate the beauty and history of their city in the same way as tourists do.
I’d like to celebrate a hero who hasn’t cheated or lied.
I’d like to see audiences come back to the Philadelphia Orchestra and Philly Pops concerts.
I’d like to experience a quiet and classy restaurant again, one that doesn’t think that Metallica sets the right romantic mood.