A few days before the fourth of July I received a text message from my son, Alexander. That in itself could be joyful or suspicious. He wanted to know if I could meet him on Friday (the fourth) after he played golf, he wanted to give me something.
All in Sports
The Reason I was Speechless at Work
And it had nothing to do with starting a new job
This Skier's Walk of Shame
As we headed up the mountain on the lift, I fixated on how I would get off that thing. As we climbed skyward I was terrified, not of skiing down this mountain, but of the small little slope of snow that awaited me at the end of that ride. With all that, the small voice in my head just kept repeating, “don’t fall off the chair — don’t fall off the chair.”
Just Wrap Yourself In Plastic And Go
It was a long way down from the top of that hill and you had to navigate through an army of spruce trees that tried their best to keep you from completing your run. I had seen many friends fly face first into the open arms of a waiting spruce only to appear on the other side with exposed skin scrapped raw and smelling like Christmas.
The Key To Surviving Old Age
Health Care takes a back seat to finding a really good parking spot
The One Phrase Good In Any Situation
When this was first published it was pointed out to me that I had made a mistake. I attributed a memory to either the wrong person, or the wrong situation. Full disclosure, I didn't fix it.