She’s a Lot Better Than I Thought
Not long after Ricky the Beagle passed on, Beagle Man announced to Mom that he needed another dog. “That’s fine,” Mom said, “as long as you understand one thing. He’ll be your dog. I won’t walk him. I won’t wake up with him. I won’t pick up his poop. And I won’t play with him.” I’m that do…
MY PALS: Dodger III
Beagle Man and I were down at Compo Beach yesterday — and boy, was it a beautiful morning! (I hope you can make out the sun sparkling on the water in the photo, right.) I dashed over toward the cannons, as I always do, and when I got there, this
Ricky on his Christmas morning mission . . .
December 25, 2003 — Ricky the Beagle’s first Christmas. Matt is 22. Robby is 10. (Greg is 19, but he’s not part of this st…
The Kindness of Strangers
You guys all know how I feel about Beagle Man. I’d do anything with him, and I’d go anywhere with him. (Even though he didn’t take me on the Epilogue Trip.) But there’s one thing I have to say: He’s a little bit strict and stingy when it comes to food. He claims it’s for my health — I had a …
Epilogue???
He’s ba-a-a-ck! That’s right, the Beagle Man has landed — right here in WePo after 21 days on the road. Of course, first order of business was his mushy reunion with Kemba, who bowled B-Man over, slurped up his face, reached his paws onto Beagle Man’s shoulders in a doggy-style hug . . . yada-y…
Home Stretch
LA/XC-6: Greetings from Washington D.C.!
Gained a co-pilot in Asheville: Carol. Then lost one in Greensboro: Matt, who stayed down in North Carolina to celebrate Thanksgiving with his in-laws. Matt put in two strong stints: …
Southern Comfort
LA/XC-6: Greetings from Greensboro!
Beagle Man (on Friday’s afternoon’s drive along I-40 East with Matt, closing in on Asheville, NC): Hey, since our dinner reservation isn’t till 8:30 tonight, I think I’ll use the downtime t…
Three Generations of Back Problems
I’ll never forget my dad’s first herniated disc.
We were sitting in the bleachers at Compo watching Dad play softball, when the batter hit a pop-up just foul of third base. Hammerin’ Hank races in from left field and OWWWWWW! Life would never be the same.
Not really that bad, to be honest. Just…
Kemba-less Three Musketeers
About a month ago, my mom was in the city for a meeting, or a haircut, or something like that. That evening, we had dinner together at Via Carota, my favorite Italian spot in the West Village. As we enjoyed the delicious Cacio e Pepe and Rigatoni Pomodoro, we talked about the basics: work, my new…