Good Cheers and Good Hugs at the Cyclocross National Championships

Just because riders are racing for the top spot on the podium, a medal and the stars and stripes champion jersey it doesn’t mean that these folks are hardened and seasoned tough guys. Things got a bit emotional at the finish line this past Friday morning. And when you’re just barely a teenager and competing… Continue reading Good Cheers and Good Hugs at the Cyclocross National Championships

Six Nights

There were two jobs I thought about pursuing when I lived in Spain: Shepherd (but I had no dogs) or UPS delivery man. I wanted to wander through that magical landscape and daydream. This week, when I saw a square, brown truck rumble through the Central Oregon sage, the romance of driving around delivering boxes… Continue reading Six Nights

The things they say

My brother Steve would point to planes and say “ahn-gee” with surprise and enthusiasm. And through the twists of the tongue that children are famous for, he also started calling our grandfather “Grad.” That stuck and most everyone, including adults, called him Grad or Graddy until he died. I was apparently more into the simile.… Continue reading The things they say