Forty years ago, my Dad shared a poem, The Station, with me. I have been an advocate of focusing on the journey and its passengers ever since. There is symbolism in the vehicle for the journey, a symbolism especially found in songs. Two major images for this vehicle are trains and boats. Trains have been […]
Measure twice, cut once is an adage I heard my father say over and over during the many home improvement projects we worked on at his house, as well as mine. It is a carpenter’s creed to double-check measurements for accuracy before cutting a piece of wood; otherwise it may be necessary to cut again,
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Each day the news is filled with someone being offended and the consequences of that offense. In this politically correct landscape one cannot employ or be associated with an offender. Trouble is that each of us at some point have likely done something, innocently enough, that could have caused offense. If we live, we all
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If you know me personally or have followed my blog for anytime, you know that I find nuggets of treasure in song lyrics. You also know how much my Dad means to me. Recently on my playlist two songs came on back-to-back, Jim Croce’s, “I’ve Got a Name” and Dan Fogelberg’s, “Leader of the Band”.
One day while I was at home on break from college I was sitting at the kitchen table with my Dad. He shared with me a newspaper article called ‘The Station’, written by Robert Hastings. Over 35 years later, I still have the original cutout from that evening’s paper. It means that much to me.
God wired me to be a coach. Yet that is not my chosen profession, just my passion. I have spent over 35 years volunteering as a coach and being involved with young athletes. I have coached at many levels – rec leagues, travel teams, AAU, High School, College, Special Olympics volleyball and even a Women’s
One night in a hotel while on business travel, I was flipping through the channels and came across the ending of the movie “Walter Mitty”. It was the scene where Sean Penn’s character opts not to take the rare photo of a snow leopard that he calls the ‘ghost cat’, a photo he has been
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Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. While my Dad was alive it was the one holiday that I had to be home for, no exceptions. I could miss Christmas or Easter – but not Thanksgiving. It was the most significant holiday to my Dad, in part because he appreciated how simple and basic it is and
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This fall I spent a day hiking the Appalachian Trail in Maryland with my daughter Beth. Early in the hike we had a steep ascent on what is called a hard rock scramble, that gray area between hiking and rock climbing. During the climb I heard the expression from my daughter – ‘form over speed.’
This past weekend I attended the 35th reunion of my senior year’s college football team, then drove across the state to play golf with my brothers on the 20th anniversary of our Dad’s passing at the too early age of 57. Two events the same weekend driven by the same force, yet from two opposite
