By Cathy Thurber
Growing up, my parents couldn’t drive anywhere without passing houses or certain locations and proclaiming, “I lived there when I was eight,” or “I remember when this was all land and we could ride our horses through it.” Eventually, I would be able to announce the location before they could – along with an eye roll and a mouthful of sarcasm. I figured that once I was on my own I could drive through town without any tributes to useless information. Oh, how I was wrong.
Enter my husband. When I first met him, he worked for Collinwood Concrete, pouring concrete throughout Greater Cleveland. Now, instead of who lived where, I was treated to the repetitive phrase, “Hey – I poured concrete there.” Fantastic. It actually became an inside joke every time we passed a new set of steps or a roadside curb.
Then I got a job in insurance. After working for IEA for six years, I find myself driving through town, seeing a bar or some other type of business and announcing to all within earshot, “Hey – I write their insurance!” That’s right, people – it’s MY turn! I‘ve found that I can’t go anywhere in and around Cleveland without seeing a renewal of mine. It’s pretty cool to be able to see what I am writing and “put a face to the name,” so to speak. And the best part? I can now annoy my children as much as my parents annoyed me! Plus, I’ve written so many renewals that I believe my “I write their insurance” passes up my husband’s “I poured concrete there.” Ha ha!! Who’s the useless information champion now? ME! (Hey, I’ll take the accolades where I can get them!)