It’s been an oddly choppy summer. Plans for lots of walking in the Whites have been squeezed out by sometimes-unexpected travels and travails. I still hope for some good days out in early September and on through the fall (which … Continue reading
I bought a new lawnmower this morning and spent the afternoon pushing it around the front yard, knocking down the long, long grass daily rain produced while I was away. This mortification of both the wallet and the flesh seemed … Continue reading
I met up with several blog-and-slog friends in England, all of whom had to make a considerable effort to connect, which was awfully kind and much appreciated. On the first Friday, I met Baz Carter and Penny at Oxford’s White … Continue reading
I got back from England to find the Red Sox 7 games behind the Yankees. Seven games! See what happens when I leave the country? It’s 6-1/2 now, with a big weekend series between the two teams beginning tonight in … Continue reading
Les Paul came to be better known as the inventor of his eponymous electric guitar than as a musician, but he was, first, a superb jazzman, who became important in various forms of pop, as well. I knew him first … Continue reading
A wonderful time in England, a good flight and drive home, an immanent early supper of corn-on-the-cob (a glory of the American summer), a much-needed iChat with H, A, and sweet B, and early to bed to deal with reverse … Continue reading
Iffley Road Track, August 12. 1:503:435:357:21 So I’ve finally run my mile in the footsteps of Roger Bannister, something I’ve wanted to do since my teens. And I had the wit to push it hard enough to give it the … Continue reading
Heading transatlantic tonight, sans computer, so—for both of you regular readers—posts will be hit or miss. I’m aware Blogger for some reason no longer approves of the photo that used to grace the right hand side of this page. I’ll … Continue reading
We all had a wonderful weekend helping sweet B celebrate her first birthday. Lots of bubbly and goodies, fascinating wrappings on gifts somewhat less appreciated, and plenty of grandparently hugs and kisses. B is beginning to walk quite well, especially … Continue reading
I’m packing my running kit for Oxford, partly in the hope I can neutralize the effect of all that beer, but primarily to see if I can’t manage to shuffle a mile around the Iffley Road Track. For an old … Continue reading