In the late 1980s, my Grandmother invited me to the firehouse to play BINGO one Saturday evening. Contrary to what many of my peers thought about doing this, I was sort of intrigued by the idea. As a 13-year-old know-it-all, I knew I would crush these elderly opponents and the riches would be immense. <evil laugh> Continue reading “BINGO!”
Originally run here: https://ultrarunning.com/featured/marathon-on-a-treadmill/
When the temperature soars to quadruple digits, as it did this week, I head indoors to utilize the treadmill at my gym. Running on the planet Mercury isn’t appealing to me. Continue reading “Marathon on a Treadmill”
It was decided on the evening of September 17th, 2017.
September 18th, 2017 would be the day of my 24-hour, self-imposed moratorium on cell phone and internet use. Making the decision to live as my ancestors did was a difficult choice, but one I felt was imperative if I was to gain an understanding of the struggle of the ones that came before me. Continue reading “Communication Irritation”
The 4th of July in October. That’s when I celebrate the most patriotic of holidays. It’s been that way since 1997, when I spent July 4th on the mall of our nation’s capital, surrounded by 4.2 million people, all smelling like stale beer and heat exhaustion. Initially, my anger was directed at the Founding Fathers of our Country for failing to wait until fall to declare their independence. In all seriousness, would waiting a few months have made much of a difference in declaring war against the redcoats? They were British. We were going to win, regardless of when we battled. It wasn’t George and Ben’s or Tom’s fault, though. The blame was my own for simply going with the flow of over 200 years of “tradition.” Not anymore, though. Continue reading “July 4th in October”
I hate trying to fly kites. If you happen to be in the 2.4% of the population that can actually manage to get the stupid thing into the air, your reward? Straining your neck and eyes as a multi-colored parallelogram flies overhead. Wow, what a wondrous prize (eye roll). Continue reading “Go (try to) Fly a Kite”
The hurricane wasn’t forecasted to affect Maryland, but I still felt that discretion was the better part of valor. So, I, along with my family, traveled back to Victorian England, circa 1840, to eliminate the possible dangers that can result from poor forecasting. Continue reading “Cheerio!”