Somebody made that

This is going to be a long-winded blog, so if you need to visit the restroom first, I’ll wait.

So…….yesterday my wife and I took an Uber from Boonton Township, NJ to NYC. Specifically, to “The Frying Pan” restaurant on the Hudson River. We splurged a little. My logic: taking an Uber round-trip allowed us to avoid parking, tolls, and I could have an adult beverage (or two) at dinner. So I convinced myself that taking an Uber from home to “the city” was justified.

So here is where it gets interesting. I could not remember the last time that I rode in the back seat of a car (or a bus) where my head was not buried in an electronic device. I actually looked out…...the window.

And then I started to notice things.

Wow. Look at that house. Big. And the landscaping. Someone built that house. Someone did that amazing landscaping. Hey, they resurfaced the road. Cool.

When you ride in the backseat, without a laptop or an iPad, you have nothing to do but look out the window. We live around 30 miles west of New York City.  And then, it slowly starts to build.

Wow. Look at all the cars on the road. Someone…….built all of those cars. Look at those traffic signs, someone got paid to install those signs. And the streetlights. Someone installed those lights.

More…….cars. Roads. Buildings. Oh man, when you sit in the back of a car……..and just have nothing better to do than just look out the window…….and count the cars. Count the buildings. Count the things that “someone” built, count the things that someone installed or created or made with their hands.

And then, the New York City skyline starts to come into view. How are we crossing the river? The GWB? The Lincoln Tunnel? The Holland Tunnel?

Someone built……….that bridge.  Someone built that tunnel. And THAT tunnel, and THAT one, and THAT one………

And then………..the buildings. The Skyscrapers. For miles and miles……..one building bigger than the next. And my mind started to think about all the “things” INSIDE these massive buildings. The furniture. The elevators. Everything inside all of these massive buildings….the desks, the chairs, the machines.  Someone built……..someone made…….all of these things.

And then…..you think about the airports. JFK. Newark. LaGuardia. Someone built those airports. And the planes (that someone built) that fly people to OTHER AIRPORTS (that someone also built). Chicago. Los Angeles. Someone……...built……...all…...of that….stuff. In all of those cities and towns. In all fifty states.

Someone built the smartphone, that holds the app, that summons an Uber, which delivers a car, that someone built. The smartphone that is connected to the Internet, which is connected to servers, that are housed in Data Centers, that someone…..built. Someone wrote the code, someone made the website. Someone made... all of this.

Dinner last night was on “The Frying Pan” which was a Lightship that sunk, and was raised, and converted into a floating restaurant. Someone built that boat. And then someone built that restaurant on that salvaged boat.

Now when I say “someone” that usually means someone(s) plural. TEAMS of people built those buildings. Crews of people built those bridges, tunnels and roads. So, in the Uber from New Jersey to New York City……...I experienced a chain reaction of epiphanies.

How is this possible? How did any of this……….how did all of this……..happen?

Exactly how old is the United States of America anyway?

If you “Google it” (yeah, somebody built Google, too) you find this: 241 years, 20 days.

Under description: The U.S. is a country of 50 states covering a vast swath of North America, with Alaska in the northwest and Hawaii extending the nation’s presence into the Pacific Ocean. Major Atlantic Coast cities are New York, a global finance and culture center, and capital Washington, DC. Midwestern metropolis Chicago is known for influential architecture and on the west coast, Los Angeles' Hollywood is famed for film making.

How is this possible?  All of this, all of this....all of this...in just 241 years, 20 days?

All of the roads, all of the tunnels, all of the bridges.  All of the buildings, all of the computers, the cars. Disneyland. And then, Disneyworld. The football stadiums. All of the planes, the ships, the hospitals, the schools. The International Space Station…..!!!

Everything. In 241 years, 20 days…….somebody did…...all of this.

Is your heart beating just a little bit faster after reading this? How does reading this blog, how does pondering this little “thought experiment” make you feel?

The United States of America: 241 years, 20 days. Yeah, somebody built all of this.

We did.

Our parents, our grandparents and their parents before them. Our next door neighbors and their families - we built all of this. We are all “the somebody” that created everything you see, built everything that you touch - from sea to shining sea.

And tomorrow is Monday. Rest up everyone, please enjoy the rest of your weekend. Tomorrow is a work day. And remember, none of us is as smart as all of us.

WE are the somebody that built it all, and we are still building. WE (all of us) are THE UNITED States of America.

There is NO PROBLEM before us that we cannot address and solve. But only if we work together. So, let’s work together. Simple. Will it be hard? YES, of course. But, it is still simple.

Are you pumped up? Are you excited that tomorrow is Monday?

I am.

But first I will take my wife to a movie tonight, “The Big Sick”. It has very good ratings. We shall see this movie in a theater that someone built. A movie “born” via the hard work of very talented screenwriters, and actors, and cameramen, and studios, and executives, and…..

Director: Michael Showalter

Screenplay: Kumail Nanjiani, Emily V. Gordon

Production companies: FilmNation Entertainment, Apatow Productions

Producers: Judd Apatow, Barry Mendel

I'm smiling because my friend grabbed the check!