I began this blog in November, 2007, specifically as a calling card in the hopes that it would introduce me and help me get to know other participants in last year’s Challenge. It has since become the unsatisfactory collection of … Continue reading
I meant to post a few months ago about this lead piece in the New York Times Sunday Book Review. It is George Packer’s assessment of Patrick French’s biography of V.S, Naipaul, A Life Split in Two, it’s a rave, … Continue reading
I’m getting used to being back in Connecticut more or less permanently. I’m sleeping in my own bed, cooking on my own stove, and driving my own car. Paul and I have taken up our morning walk again. All this … Continue reading
The writer of this article on old guys is, in fact, something of a young guy by my standards, though I feel, as he does about himself, that I am still “probably one of the leading outdoorsmen in the world.” … Continue reading
There was a recent article in our local paper, possibly still available here, that brought back memories that made me grin. I started competitive running late, as a 15-year-old junior in high school. It turned out I was good at … Continue reading
We’re home! H and I are fighting off our second straight colds (deeply, cosmically, unfair), the house looks like a bomb hit it (when it was only sweet B), and I’m hoping that this time the plumber has correctly diagnosed … Continue reading
H and 37 classmates (it’s the smallest med school in the country) got their diplomas yesterday, to multiple standing ovations and shouted huzzahs from all of us proud parents and friends. Sweet B was more interested in eating the program. … Continue reading
H finished med school today. It was the last day of her last rotation, and the docs she was working with made much of counting down the last ten seconds for her. Many of her classmates had finished up weeks … Continue reading
Sweet B has entered a new phase in the last week. My surefire snuggles and songs have lost their effect. So I (and all of us) have been doing this a lot. “Softly, As in a Morning Sunrise” is the … Continue reading
A year ago I was wandering across Knoydart on my aborted TGO Challenge. Today, I was out pushing little B in her chariot as she sweetly babbled away and we wandered along the river on the bike path. My time … Continue reading