Lindsay returned home Sunday afternoon. Her arrival was full of tension—her plane was early, she was starving, she was full of rage at other passengers (she’s often full of rage), and we were running a bit late. We had no time after Church to eat lunch; we just changed clothes and dashed out the door.Continue reading “But Was It Funny?”
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Punishments for Crimes Against Hair
Graham hadn’t had a haircut in about ten weeks, so on Saturday, I made noon appointments at Supercuts for both of us. As I did, he headed out to do his weekend ten-mile run. He wound up getting back at 11:30 am, which is when we needed to leave. When he walked in the doorContinue reading “Punishments for Crimes Against Hair”
Don’t Get Married to the Mob
This is Lindsay and her boyfriend, Carson Smith. (Dobby is not Lindsay’s boyfriend no matter how much she begs.) Looks like a pleasant fellow, right? Nice smile, hugging Lindsay, good to Dobby, respectful to us. It seems great, until you realize he’s wanted for questioning in connection with a homicide. Let me rewind. When weContinue reading “Don’t Get Married to the Mob”
Be Famous on Your Own Merits
We spent Friday night trekking into the Reggie Lewis Center—a ninety-minute ride into Boston during rush hour—to see Graham run for five minutes and two seconds to be precise. He finished second in his mile heat, first among freshmen, and twelfth overall, and he set a new personal record. Once he finished, we hustled downContinue reading “Be Famous on Your Own Merits”
All the World is a Running Trail
Lauren went out with her mother and Lucia Wednesday night to get their nails done and to have dinner at the Mexican restaurant Cancun. Still battling my not-Micah-Parsons cold, I didn’t feel like making dinner, so I brought Graham to KFC/Taco Bell in the neighboring town of Bridgewater. The store used to have Pizza Hut,Continue reading “All the World is a Running Trail”
An Update from the International Brotherhood of Envelope Stuffers (IBES Local 33)
I sat on the couch with the remote in hand, the menu screen up, but Lauren sat at the kitchen table, within view but not paying attention to the TV. “I was thinking we could watch The Wire,” I said. “I’m just working on the Christmas cards,” she said. “Noted,” I said. “But if youContinue reading “An Update from the International Brotherhood of Envelope Stuffers (IBES Local 33)”
I Am No Micah Parsons
This past Sunday evening, the Dallas Cowboys played the Philadelphia Eagles on Sunday Night Football. The Cowboys wrecked the Eagles, 33-13, much to the shared joy of Grant and me. The most stunning play of the game, to me anyway, happened in the first half. Micah Parsons, the Cowboys’ dynamo linebacker/defensive end hybrid, lined upContinue reading “I Am No Micah Parsons”
A Near Disaster in Wrestling
I’m sad to report that Lindsay’s college wrestling career nearly came to an ignominious end on Sunday. Lindsay is wrestling at 191 and splitting time with another wrestler on the roster. This weekend, her team had a quad at Sacred Heart in Fairfield, Connecticut. Other participating schools were New England College and Delaware Valley. LindsayContinue reading “A Near Disaster in Wrestling”
2023 Was a Mood
I’ve been listening to a podcast about Ol’ Dirty Bastard, the late savant of the Wu Tang Clan. That turned me on to some ODB music I hadn’t heard before. I sent a YouTube link to Grant of a song I particularly liked (“Protect ya Neck 2 the Zoo,” in case you were wondering). IContinue reading “2023 Was a Mood”
Ghosts of Christmas Past
In the old Christmas song “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year,” our favorite crooners tell us, There’ll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago. When I was younger, I thought it was a strange line, and the only ghosts I could connect with Christmas were inContinue reading “Ghosts of Christmas Past”
His Smile Lit Up a Room and Other Things to Say at My Funeral 