Linda Ronstadt
When you really listen, especially to the albums, it probably should have been clear that her heart wasn’t in those...
The miles roll away…
I’ve always been a spectacularly poor judge of distance. Inches, feet, miles . . . I will always guess the...
Sometimes finishing is the point
I’m just about done with “My Legendary Girlfriend,” which I borrowed on the strength of its cover, an outstanding title...
Overheard
Some things just brought this to mind today, but I heard it this summer, waiting around the Clayton docks for...
Wide World of Sports
Survived the 5k. Liked the course much better than last year’s. Official time was something like 25:05, but I would...
Top 10
10. It’s Not About the Bike by Lance Armstrong. Because it’s not. It’s about riding the bike. Fast. And having...
Where’s the digital when you need it?
Came off the exit ramp and around the corner yesterday, and what was standing on the corner but a woman...
Xmas is coming! Xmas is coming!
And for once I’m well-situated. I finally found a copy of Marshall Crenshaw’s “Sock it to Me Santa (Santa’s Got...
The essential problem of blogs
and, the blood pressure of a teenage girl Mainly, when I’m actually thinking of something worth writing down and putting...
Rinse, repeat
Exhausted. Not running, and I’ve got a race next week I’d like to do well in. But with all the...