My regular gentle readers will know how committed–“obsessed” is such an ugly word–I am to running. I love my running buddies; I love the fact that my risk of dropping dead of heart disease is reduced as a result of our early morning workouts; I love the fact that every
Angel’s Landing is the best hike in Zion National Park. It is the most arduous and the steepest. The hike to Angel’s Landing takes the most time, climbs to the highest point, and has the best view at the top. In fact, Angel’s Landing is so difficult that six people
The other evening, my older son sliced open the side of his finger. We took a pleasant drive over to the Emergency Room at ten o’clock and by five the next morning, he was sewn up as good as new. The doctor was thoughtful and competent–it turned out our kids
The first of these newsletters, in a sense, took two and a half years to create. A savvy friend had suggested that my clients would enjoy and benefit from my stories of 34 years of teaching and working with special needs kids. “Just write up one story,” he intoned. “Your
Javier’s and Alejandro’s parents could have been in the same Lamaze class. Born days apart but in the same hospital in 1987, the lives of the children had followed almost identical courses: learning differences and attentional issues that turned into trouble in school, evaluations that turned up no psychopathology, just
I want to take this opportunity to talk about a player with whom I shared a season in the sun on an intramural softball team a scant three and a half decades ago. I may have forgotten every theorem from my Non-Euclidean Geometry and Convexity course from about the same
When Churchill said, “Never give in–never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy” the alternative was that there was–well–actually there was
When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college – that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, “You mean they forget?” ~Howard Ikemoto
Saw an old acquaintance this morning. My buddies and I were doing our usual 6:00 am run down to Matheson Hammock, chatting about nothing, telling the same jokes we’ve been regaling one another with for the past several decades. After running around the lagoon–the “pee pool” for those of us
This week, I wrote a check for term life insurance. If I die, my widow and four children will be sad. But they will not be poor. I was happy to write this check as I have been for years. When signing the check, I did not raise my fist
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