Honestly, the name was Mrs. Skewers’s idea. I started playing ‘cello in the 3rd grade, and she insisted that every instrument must be named. But I can’t, for the life of me, remember my ‘cello’s name. What I do remember is Mrs. Skweres, looking at me, exasperatedly, after I had missed yet another ‘cello lesson.… Continue reading Where I remember a dear friend
Month: September 2012
Where I ponder if I’m ready for a century ride
This Sunday, I have a 100 mile bike ride. When I describe this, I’m very careful to use the word “ride” and note “race.” While I tend to use the word “run” instead of “race” to describe a marathon, well, at the end of a marathon, there is a winner — it is a race,… Continue reading Where I ponder if I’m ready for a century ride
Where I write to my dearly departed self
There’s a little known fact about the blogging world — when someone sends you a mug of their blog, you become friends for life. Last Christmas, I received a “Letters for Lucas” mug from Tonya, and I was tickled pink when she asked me to contribute to her “Letters From You” segment. So, I decided… Continue reading Where I write to my dearly departed self