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No Hall For You

What ever happened to the days when a coach would call you into his office, look you in the eye and just ask, “I heard there were (insert team name here, I inserted Petersburg) players at a party last weekend. Were you there?”

And the coach knew you well enough that any misinformation would be obvious.

If you knew anything, you had better be truthful. 

If you were at fault, you had to go out and run around the old dump. 

Our old dump had black bears that had become habituated to eating garbage and watching team rule-breakers run in circles. 

Happy New Year!

            Happy New Year! 2012 is officially in the books and it was yet another great year to look back on. One of the biggest highlights and most notable accomplishments was signing my first professional contract, leading me to where I am today- back in Poland!

Thank You, 2012

Thank you, 2012. It was a wonderful year.

The Blue Heeler and the Black Cat

   We humans had a terrific Christmas this year. Thoughtful gifts. Great food. Happy grandchildren. Our daughter Amy and Olive, her Blue Heeler, came up from Seattle. The exception to the overall joy was Deacon, our reclusive generally weird black cat, who spent the holidays hiding behind the paint cans on a shelf in a dark corner of the garage. The area in front of the shelf is blocked with a blue plastic tub full of boat stuff, two emptied Kitty Litter buckets overflowing with golf balls, and our pickup truck.

The Rituals of Christmas

   I love Christmas. I love the familiar rituals that I’ve followed for forty plus years. Around the 10th of December, Doug gets the big extension ladder out and props it up against the opening to the attic. One by one, he hands me the worn boxes marked “Christmas” out of the attic with their CDs, ornaments, knickknacks, and the crèche. Our live Christmas tree always comes from Glacier Gardens, but the wreath with the big red bow is plumped up with boughs from a convenient tree behind our house.    

Happy Holiday Skiing!

I’m sitting in my easy chair by the fire, thinking about how cold and beautiful it was up at Eaglecrest today. The cross country ski trail was nicely set, with all 5.8 km twisting and turning across meadows, hills, and woods in a lovely pattern. My skis were waxed just right. I felt like I was flying along in perfect rhythm on the groomed classic track.  The temperature was in the single digits, but I was warm from the exertion of my steady kick and glide motion.

12-21-2012

If you are reading this then the Mayan Fantasy Football League will continue next season, or at least through this season, or at least through today.

Things are a bit better than many had believed.

Dooms-dayers and naysayers predicted the world would end.

It did.

Well, for the New York Jets anyway.

For those of you who calculated wrongly and ran up multiple store credit purchases, told your boss where to hide the Mayan gold, partied like there was no tomorrow, sunbathed nude on your car roof driving down Egan at rush hour.... well, today is your reckoning.

No AK47s: Letter to the Planning Commission

Dear Planning Commission members,

I want to see the Planning Commission deny the Juneau Mercantile and Armory owners a permit to have fully automatic firearms for their customers to use. Given the horrific events in Connecticut where so many women and children were slaughtered with round after round of automatic weapon fire, I strongly urge you to not approve their use at Juneau Mercantile and Armory, the proposed gun range.

Home Sweet Home

            Hello from America! I made it home last night and it feel so good! The travel was long, as expected, but was problem free thanks to my light cardio session through Dulles International Airport in Washington, D.C. This was my first time having to run to catch my flight but after my 2-hour layover was consumed by the slowest moving customs process ever, I was left with no choice but to fasten up my backpack and hit the terminal running.   Nonetheless, I made my flight and after the 23 hours of travel, I was home sweet home.

Blowin' Snow

   All this snow reminds me of the one and only time I used a snowblower. Fortunately, no one died.  
  That particular winter, Doug, the Official Snowblower, was going out of town, but snow doesn't take a hiatus so he showed me how to start it. He demonstrated the basics of maneuvering it around, cautioned me to be careful, and left. Doug always clears the whole driveway and the berm, and often takes care of the neighbor's berm while he's at it.

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