B just turned 8 a couple of weeks ago. She and I are having a morning chat about yesterday evening’s riding lesson. I’m saying how good she looked and how well she rode. I’m interested to know if she likes riding … Continue reading
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The cleanup continues and the hits just keep on coming. It’s the early ‘70s, and this has to be the final event—the 880 relay—of a dual meet, because there are only two runners. That’s me with the gun (those shoes … Continue reading
We were at an event back in May where the the Gin & Tonic was the drink on offer. I don’t think I’d had one in 25 or 30 years. Maybe longer. I liked it. Them. Now I make up a … Continue reading
My father was an assignment foreman in the telephone company. It was an open office, and pretty informal. One day, one of the women who worked for him came to complain that someone else had misled her about some aspect … Continue reading
There’s a well-known passage in Franny and Zooey that has Zooey shaving in a mirror but trying not to look at his face in the process. When I read it—once only, I think—in 1965 or so, I took it as a interesting … Continue reading
If you’re over 30 and have attended the usual number of weddings, you’ve heard this many times: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, … Continue reading
Whoa, here’s another one of those clippings my aunt Bev kept and my cousin Kate passed along. It’s about a track meet in the late ’60s, in which I was apparently thrashed in the two-mile, defeated in the mile “via … Continue reading
A couple of evenings ago, I had a little shuffle with the whole Concord crew. It wasn’t fast, and it wasn’t far—VS² for sure—but it was enough to make me sure that if I don’t do anything stupid, I’ll be able … Continue reading
VS² it was. I run on the roads and in the cemetery, not on a track, but I’m a good estimator. A slow quarter, a nice walk. A slow quarter, a nice walk. A slow half, a nice walk. And … Continue reading
There’s a point you reach during a good run when breathing pattern, arm swing and leg turnover and foot-strike all gradually work themselves into a sort of synchronized multiple metronomic that can give even an unfast old guy a kind of euphoric joy. … Continue reading