50 years in the making

I wrote this on Fathers Day after waking up early-squirrely and lounging about in my pajamas while other folk celebrated their dads and husbands and favorite peeps. Much like “Winter is Coming!,” my 50th birthday looms meekly on the horizon; like Munro Leaf’s Ferdinand, the giant bull, who preferred reveling in the flowers and shade … More 50 years in the making

Walking my race

  In the history of epic sportstering feats, our finish during Sunday’s Konquer the Konza race will never end up in the headlines. Except it was my second favorite “race” ever. As you can see from the finish-line glamour shot to the left, the pot of gold at the end of that race rainbow included … More Walking my race