Monthly Archives: April 2014
Black shorts with hot pink stripes, green tank, bright blue socks, purple Garmin. Fear me, other runners: If I care this little about how I look, I must be really fast. — Linda Fraembs
I’m in the news meeting for Redding, Calif. This is where the folks from our desk call up the folks from their desk and run through what will be in the next day’s paper. Yes, it’s as exciting as it … Continue reading
It seemed like an easy enough solution. We’re having a 72-hour run over the Fourth of July weekend. The problem: One of the participants has socks with Magic Powers, making the race inherently unfair. Worse yet, other participants have taken … Continue reading
mo: I think I have a hairline fracture. me: Where? mo: My thumb. me: Not likely. Too far from your hairline. mo: Bite me. What happened to the old days when medical experts were respected?
mo: OK, i’m going to go quit my job now. me: Me too. We can become cowboy pole dancers in Montana. mo: OK me: OK. mo: I’m going to make a lot more money than you, huh? me: no doubt.
I buy a diet Coke and a Hershey bar. So far, so good. Debit or credit? the clerks asks. Debit, I reply. I’m thinking I’ve got it made. And then. The clerk, an attractive enough woman in that Boy George … Continue reading