I crashed at my parents’ place earlier this week so that I could drive my dad and mom down to Philly for his pre-dawn appointment. Unrelated, the Red Wings had recently won two games on the bounce while out in western Canada. My dad knew this, he knew that they […]
Attempts to equate sports with religion never fail to sound trite at best, blasphemous at worst. And yet here I am, about to describe for you my final pilgrimage to a place of concrete and metal, a place constructed with unsavory angular exterior walls and sharp points jutting out into […]
According to her, I was insane. That’s what I got back after I texted my wife to say that I’d brought only the new Russell fleece zip hoodie with me to Detroit. Insane, in her mind, because the forecast in the D called for highs in the 20s and up […]
I made my debut for the fine, dad-centric traveling site Traveling Dads this week with a tale of dreams fulfilled, Pokemon Go, The White Stripes, a doomed hockey palace, friendship, and being in love with being a dad. http://travelingdad.com/what-happened-when-two-dads-spent-a-weekend-in-snowy-detroit/ What I neglected to mention, and show, in the Traveling Dads […]
We drove out to Detroit this past weekend to run the Hockeytown 5K, traveling roughly 1100 miles in our Kia Sportage to run/walk 3.1 on the streets along the Detroit River and atop the ice of Joe Louis Arena. Yes, I fully realize how nuts that sounds. But we weren’t […]
Despite having run the distance hundreds of times (okay, maybe one hundred) I’ve never once done so officially; with safety pins affixed, an assigned number, other runners in front of and behind me, or a time recorded anywhere but for an app on my phone. That all changes this Saturday […]
My autumns once looked very different than they do today. Oh, there were still copious amounts of dry, crunchy leaves of various hues scattered across the .43 acres I call home, but today the autumnal sounds and sights emanating from the 46” glowing box which hangs from a wall painted […]
Our upcoming road trip proves it once and for all: I’m a very, very, very lucky boy.
