Grant is five practices into spring football. The schedule is to practice Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, then have film and team meetings Wednesday, Friday, and Monday. Both practices and meetings start at 4:30 pm Eastern. So imagine my surprise when I am wrapping up work today at 5:15 pm, and I get this message fromContinue reading “Random Texts on Good Friday”
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Tinder Hour at the Gym
Lindsay is now way deep into knee rehab, and Lock Haven seems the greatest place to do it. The school is full of people doing degrees in physical therapy and similar health-care specialties, so Lindsay does two days at an official practice off-campus and two on-campus with the training staff. She had originally been toldContinue reading “Tinder Hour at the Gym”
Dobby Wins a Race; So Does Graham
With Lauren still in Pennsylvania and just Graham home with me, you’d think we’d be in for a Saturday of sleeping in. And you would be wrong. The high school hosts an annual run for suicide prevention, and the expectation is that all the track athletes compete. I also signed up with little intention ofContinue reading “Dobby Wins a Race; So Does Graham”
Brayden Saved a Life
Yesterday’s story had its desired effect. When Lucia awoke, she opened her texting with the family by saying, I needed that. You think you know someone after eighteen years of being their sister. But if that weren’t affirmation enough, my old work pal from a previous job, Patrick, called, and we were shooting the breezeContinue reading “Brayden Saved a Life”
Actually, the Surgery Was about Lucia
Readers, like all great corporations, I value your feedback and take it seriously, and I am always trying to deliver an unparalleled experience. I know you have a choice in written materials, and I am so grateful for the time you spend on mine. Your comments come to me in various forms, usually at theContinue reading “Actually, the Surgery Was about Lucia”
This Surgery Was Really About Me
These are the times that try men’s souls. And Lindsay’s soul. And Dobby’s soul. Especially Dobby’s soul. Here we see Dobby bravely trying to overcome his PTSD from his grooming appointment. This picture is probably worth thousands of words, and I probably don’t need to tell you anymore how rough his grooming appointment was. LindsayContinue reading “This Surgery Was Really About Me”
Dobby Is NOT Like Father, and Carson Does NOT Get a Raise
I like to read over meals if I am not in the company of others, so at lunch recently, I settled into my meal with my reading glasses and my Stephen Sears book on Lincoln’s management of the Army of the Potomac. Lindsay came upon me, snapped a picture, and sent it to the Goons.Continue reading “Dobby Is NOT Like Father, and Carson Does NOT Get a Raise”
The Laws Take Some Ls
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The week started with immense promise, as Lindsay came home for spring break, Lu and Brayden qualified for base housing, and Grant bought his first meat smoker. Then, it all went to hell. First, I came home from a meeting to find LindsayContinue reading “The Laws Take Some Ls”
Guess Who’s Back
I broke my daily writing streak this week, which I know was shattering to roughly no one out there. Kind of an explosion of activity and things at work, and I just got behind. We had some massive family developments this week. And by that I mean that Lauren finally took an L in theContinue reading “Guess Who’s Back”
I Love the Smell of Text Messages in the Morning
When Grant was little, no matter what time we put him to bed, he woke up at first light. We would hear his feet hit the floor next to his bed, then the sound of a small stampede, and then he would land on me and exclaim in my face, “Hi, Dad!” It hardly matteredContinue reading “I Love the Smell of Text Messages in the Morning”
His Smile Lit Up a Room and Other Things to Say at My Funeral 