Run for Dori

OK, I may have posted this before, but I'm in my 40s so I can start making excuses. I imagine heaven includes no cancer, my Mom's i...

I'm thinking differently about running these days. The vacation cleared away a few cobwebs. I'm beginning to think about training ...

Family time doesn't get better than last week's vacation in Edisto, a lowcountry island between Charleston and Hilton Head. Last Sun...

I watched much of the Tour de France while on vacation, cheering for Lance Armstrong and others and rooting against a few jerks. On Saturda...

I've been work-free this week, and until now, blog-free. I'll recap later about the great vacation we're having. Nothing like ...

Yesterday afternoon, Middle Tennessee was greeted with fall-like weather. A cool northwest breeze, something we don't expect until late...

Ladies and gentlemen, start your synthesizers. Here are some programmed tunes from the 70s. Alan Parsons always had one or two like that on...

Dori called me for the third time today just after lunch, delivering the third piece of good news of the day. Round One was to tell me she ...

Dori, who's with the kids visiting her Dad in Florida, called me an hour ago, gazing with wonder at the Gulf of Mexico with Kathryn. On...

Remember that song by Loverboy, "Everybody's Workin' for the Weekend." Of course you do. It seems that most e-mails and ...