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Monthly Archives: July 2009
Oh for two
We had been on the road home from Denver for about three hours when my son called me. He is training with the Kansas state freestyle team this week before heading to Fargo, ND to compete in the nationals. “Dad, … Continue reading
That darn shoelace!
Today was the big day… She finally got to audition for American Idol with at least 10,000 other people at Invesco Field! The day started early. We were up at 3:45 A.M., in line by 5:00, in our seats by … Continue reading
I wonder if I scared him off
(I originally wrote this on June 18th. A certain unnamed party persuaded a permanently biased judge to issue a temporary injunction against its publication. The legal wrangling has finally ended and the banned post can now be made public) I … Continue reading
As easy as pie
We left Overland Park at 6:00 A.M and arrived in Denver at 2:00 P.M. (Mountain Time) as planned. Outside of 10-15 minutes in a torrential downpour with strong gusting winds that were almost creating waves in the water on the … Continue reading
Just drop the ‘L’
I guess it wouldn’t be Fargo time without having to overcome a significant injury… Last year at about this time, one of the top Junior wrestlers in the country rammed his head into Big A’s sternum during a Mo-West practice. … Continue reading
Sorry, son, but that is reality
Time continues to move swiftly. Fargo is now just two weeks away. This week, my son had a change in his training schedule so he has been taking me to work and heading directly to the morning practice. He comes … Continue reading
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OUCH!
When I was younger, Fram Oil Filters ran an ad campaign featuring a mechanic sporting a thick New York accent and a knowing grin in front of a broken down car saying “You can pay me now or pay me … Continue reading
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Wewease the secwet weapon!
Prior to moving to Kansas City, we taught our children at home. That meant that my son’s options for athletics were somewhat limited. He played Pee Wee football until he was 15 years old. In the first game of his … Continue reading
A time to leave, a time to return
Thirty two years ago today, I boarded a plane in Philadelphia as a 17 year old with two large suitcases and $800 in my pocket and took my first flight to Los Angeles, CA. In two short months, my wife … Continue reading
It’s time to stop talking about it
If everything goes according to plan, in six days my youngest daughter and I will be driving to Denver, CO. We will then spend the next two days standing in REALLY long lines with thousands (perhaps tens of thousands) of other … Continue reading