Watching the Toronto Raptors in the NBA finals made me think of the night almost five years ago when at a hockey game in Canada the sound system malfunctioned during the singing of the national anthems. Anthems in plural because… Continue Reading
Watching Dodgers pitcher Hyun-Jin Ryu flirt with a no-hitter a couple of weeks ago (he pitched 7 1/3 innings of hitless ball against the Washington Nationals) brought back memories of witnessing my only Major League no-hitter and an age-old baseball… Continue Reading
Here’s a riddle: About 200 people are waiting at various gates at the Austin-Bergstrom airport in Austin, Texas, early one recent morning. Of all of them, only one is reading a newspaper. How old is he? Okay, I’ll tell you.… Continue Reading
Full disclosure: I didn’t know today, the 143rd day of the year, is a holiday until I heard about it on a morning news show. But now that I do, I am fully embracing it. Inspired by Mr. Rogers, May… Continue Reading
I’m 69 years old but still occasionally find a pimple on the end of my nose. A pimple! “What is this?” I ask myself in the mirror. “Prom day?” I long ago lost my hair, lost my waistline, lost my… Continue Reading
At first it seemed a bad decision. Then it got worse. My wife and I were out in the Back Mountain Tuesday afternoon and on our way home via West 8th Street in the Carverton area when I remembered we… Continue Reading
It was gratifying to see how quickly Tom Shubilla grabbed one of the cupcakes I brought to a recent meeting at the college. And enlightening to watch him eat it. I must point out that Tom, a public speaking professor,… Continue Reading
It’s 6 a.m. Wednesday morning and I am in my glory. Not because I am writing a little blog. True, that’s always fun, but today it is even better because I am writing a little blog with the Madrid Open… Continue Reading
My wife cried when she learned of the passing of Mary Graziano. Mary Kay and her sisters spent their earlier childhood playing with their South Main Street neighbors, particularly Charles and Charlene Graziano, whose parents ran the funeral home not… Continue Reading
I’m talking blueberries. The ones in my fridge right now – well, what’s left of them after I just concluded a spree – are from North Carolina. Only a few weeks ago, they would have been from Mexico. And before… Continue Reading