I thought I had already said goodbye to Derrick. When I found out last week that he had died, I realized I was wrong. And this was harder than I thought it would be. I hadn’t seen Derrick since … my wedding, maybe, almost 17 years ago? I have a more definite memory of my… Read More another lifetime ago.
I took that shot as I awaited the start of my very first real yoga class. I was nervous. Nervous enough that I almost didn’t get seated in the grass. Nervous enough that I almost left. I had been through a couple of demonstration classes at Venture Outdoors Fest two weeks before; I did those… Read More nerves.
I had a good run with the Grateful Dead. But by 1994, my expectations were diminished. I started seeing the band in the mid-1980s, during a pocket of high energy, powerful tours that peaked, for me, at Riverbend in 1985 (otherwise known as the show when I “got it” for the first time). Garcia’s diabetic… Read More the last time.
From now through Nov. 28, one state will occupy an inordinate amount of my time and energy. One week from today, Ohio State plays its final home game of the season against Michigan State. In recent years, the game against Sparty has been the biggest one on the conference schedule, at least in a practical… Read More 11. two weeks.
By the time you read this, I should be on my way home from the Honda dealer in my No Really It’s Actually Fixed This Time, 10-Year-Old, 245,000-Miles-On-It Element. At least, that’s what I was promised this afternoon. I don’t really have lot to add at this point — unless the car isn’t actually fixed,… Read More 9. elementary.
I started running in October 2011. And I got to the point where I craved. it. It was important back then. I was a 45-year-old fat guy, working a stressful job and hoping against hope that my family’s medical history — heart issues, diabetes, hypertension — wouldn’t catch up with me for a while. And… Read More 5. run for your life.
Uncle Crappy 