Posts by Hank

Reunion

Keep Those Cards and Letters Coming . . .

LA/XC DAYS FIVE AND SIX: AMARILLO TO GRAND CANYON; GRAND CANYON TO LAS VEGAS • Two-day mileage: 1,039 • Total LA/XC mileage: 2,947 • Road Music Monday: Random iPod shuffle. Some pleasant surprises: “Lyin’ Eyes” (Eagles), “Little Deuce Coupe” (Beach Boys), “On the Sunn…

The Revelation

LA/XC DAYS THREE AND FOUR: NASHVILLE / TULSA / AMARILLO Two-day mileage: 971 Total LA/XC mileage: 1,942 Road Music Saturday: Country from my iPod ( stretch of I-40 between Nashville and Memphis is known as “Music Highway”); College football on XM Radio; Sunday: NFL Radio — Su…

Ricky Storms Nashville

LA/XC DAY TWO: NASHVILLE, TN Today’s mileage: 666 Total LA/XC mileage: 968 Road Music: CNN on XM Radio (missed the President’s speech last night; felt guilty; had to get caught up); ESPN Radio; “The Highway” (new country); playlist from Mikey Ice, featuring Black Keys and My M…

Just Starting Off . . . and Already Behind Schedule

LA/XC DAY ONE: ALEXANDRIA, VA Today’s mileage: 302 Road Music: ESPN Radio; “The Highway” (new country) on XM radio; my “Hurricane Irene” playlist (a mix featuring Adele, Springsteen, Keith Urban, Dixie Chicks, Creedence, Gretchen Wilson, Grateful Dead, Tom Petty, and others) Weather leaving Westp…

USC or Bust!

Just one more day until our much-anticipated road trip. Yup, tomorrow Ricky and I em-BARK. Though I like the image of me and my pooch riding side by side across the country, carefree and up for anything, kind of like Butch and the Kid, in reality . . . a hell of a lot of planning went into this t…

Hurricane Who?

Sunday morning, 4:50 AM. I hear the shakety-shake. Ricky had jumped out of his bed and was doing his morning dog-thing. The moment I had half-dreaded, half-anticipated had arrived: My beagle was going out in the pitch black to pee in Hurricane Irene! I was well-prepared for the “event” — had…

Anticipation

I’d by lying if I said I wasn’t starting to really look forward to my cross-country drive to L.A. with my doggy. I know it all started as a promise to Robby to bring his pup out to USC for an early-fall visit . . . but let’s face it — how great is this gonna be for me!? Three thousand miles of…

Missing Ricky

Have been out at the beach in Montauk on vacation for the last two weeks. Have forgotten — as you can see — how to write in complete sentences. In the midst of this sun-sand-surf interlude, with nothing but picture-perfect weather, my niece Kat had a baby — George Edward. To be called Teddy, a…

Banned From the Beach

We were on the beach yesterday — a reasonable move, I think, with the temperature up over 100 — when Romeo, our neighbor’s nosey little Yorkie, came scooting over as fast as his tiny legs could carry him to check things out at our little sand chair community. Seeing Romeo enjoying life on the b…