“That’s crazy,” people oftentimes exclaim when they find out about my running. “Why would you do that?” It is, as it turns out, an unanswerable question, at least in the way that the person asking the question is used to … Continue reading
The Steph has a bird: Ferdinand. Sometimes he likes me; sometimes he doesn’t like me. In that sense, he is not so different from the rest of the world. I am okay with that because he entertains me.
I can’t remember the first time I met Steph. She has just always been there. What I do know is that we met sometime our freshman year in college at Miami University in 1990. We lived in Dodds Hall, so … Continue reading
