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I can work standing up for two hours a day. Big whup, right? I know. But a year out from my vertebrae fusion surgery, it’s huge. Bigger still when you consider that, for about four years prior to the surgery, I had significant pain, the kind that hinders day-to-day quality of life.
This one's for you, Brah... In the fall of 2016 my daughter played volleyball for Fargo South. As often happens among road warriors who follow their kids all over state to watch them play, I became friends with another parent. Dave’s a great guy, always friendly and quick to smile. We sat next to each … Continue reading With Team Parents, It’s Hit or Miss
This was pretty cool – Yesterday, I read this story by Marcus Hayes, a reporter/columnist at The Inquirer, Daily News and philly.com in Philadelphia: "Carson Wentz oushines Dak Prescott as Eagles Destry Cowboys." The story contained this...
A few days ago while on my midday walk with the dogs, when I was on the 1700 block of 15th Street South, I saw what looked like an albino robin. Can't be, I thought to myself. I took a double take and watched the bird and several robins fly down from the branch he … Continue reading Me, Mark & the White Robin
I stood in the shower this morning, absentmindedly going through the get-clean routine and thinking about what I’d like to knock off of the honey-do list today: Put a new sweep on the bottom of the front door? Yeah, winter’s on the way. Dump the grass collected when the kids mowed yesterday. Better get on … Continue reading Dripping with Irony
Avast ye, mateys! (Pay attention!). Know ye that September 19 be International Talk Like a Pirate Day, ye landlubbers? Never ye mind – I’ll let ye keep drawin’ breath t’day. Fer now, pull up a stool an’ listen smartly while I spin the yarn of how I came te be a pirate. Arrrr! (I’ll stop trying … Continue reading How I Became a Pirate
Every couple of years, when the Olympics roll around, and especially every four when they’re the Winter Games, I think about what I learned as a broke college student in 1988. Turns out the Olympic spirit isn’t so much about amazing achievements and grand triumphs, but about everyday kindness and a cup of coffee over a hot breakfast. Here’s my Olympic story: To Calgary and back, and my signature Olympic moment came in Circle, Mont....
