On the campaign trail
Currently I’m on my spring cleanup campaign, which, unlike most people’s, doesn’t involve my house — it involves me. It’s my long-overdue and desperate attempt to get in shape.
In my old age I’ve become a winter wussie who jogs maybe once or twice a week. It’s enough to delude myself into thinking I’m staying in shape, while in reality I’m not.
So when the last of the snow has melted, I’m confronted by two harsh realities. One is a vast acreage of brown stuff (namely dog crap), no longer hidden by the white stuff. The other is my vast acreage of flab, no longer hidden by the plaid stuff (my oversized Pendletons).
Getting rid of dog crap is easy — provided anyone actually wants to do it. Getting rid of my flab, however, is darn near impossible — no matter how much I want to.
Not that I don’t try — I do. But due to my winter layoff and its resulting combination of decreased strength, flexibility and ambition, combined with increased wei
Not-So-Great Lakes
Officially, I’d been in the Navy less than six hours and was already lost at sea — though only figuratively.
In Syracuse that morning I’d been sworn in, and in the early afternoon I found myself in the Chicago airport, trying to figure o
The man with the plan
A couple of weeks ago when I answered the phone, a young man gave his name, said he was calling from Verizon and asked to speak with a guy whose first name was Bob and whose last name sounded like “See-dee-yun-stay-yeen.” Normally, I would’ve given
» Full StoryOh, brother!
If last week could be summed up with a paraphrase, it’d be from the man who — until very recently — was our worst president: Warren G. Harding.
Harding said something to the effect that he could handle his enemies just fine, but it w
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SL Methodist Church Drumming
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