Monthly Archives: April 2018
If you’re going to San Francisco be sure to wear a flower on your ankle — the prophet Scott McKenzie Longtime readers know I’m a student of running. OK, I’m the student who sits in the back row catching up … Continue reading
Always hold the brush in your mouth and paint with your fingers. Yes, this is also how she eats spaghetti.
No one likes us I don’t know why We may not be perfect But heaven knows we try — the prophet Newman The facts as we know them: ▷ I was involved in a plot to mail a Day-Glo Orange Lightweight … Continue reading
Friday on the track. Which is still open. It’s just me and the Fast Guy Who Runs in Lane 9. As running companions go, he’s OK. Mile repeats, blue Gatorade and Rockstar combo during the breaks. Tattoos on both calves, … Continue reading
I need to get my bearings I’m lost And the shadows keep on changing — the prophet poe If you’re going to run on the track during the off-season, you must be prepared to do some shoveling. And so I … Continue reading
Here’s the thing. You never know. Mo and I are out on an emergency frame-buying mission. Don’t ask. On the way back, we stop by the track. Because, well, you never know. I might have mentioned that. And it’s open. … Continue reading