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It’s a January, Saturday morning in central Maryland and I’m out walking with my dog. The temperature with the wind chill is about 17 degrees Fahrenheit (-8.3 c). The wind is right on our noses. Speaking of my nose, it’s running like a faucet and my eyes are watering even though I have sunglasses on…

Small wins

Small wins

Before the pandemic, I took our dog (Flash) for a walk around the lake near our house a few days per week. Not long into the lock downs, the walks turned into five mornings a week. The habit has stuck and has provided more physical and mental benefits than I can count on two hands….

The 1986 Scirocco
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The 1986 Scirocco

The first few months of 1988 were rough. For the most part, my hair had grown back after the boot camp buzz cut from the previous September. It had been a whirlwind from Air Force basic training to tech school to being stationed in Miami, Florida. For an 18-year old kid that had barely left…

Flash – A dog story

Flash – A dog story

My wife and I have dodged dog pleading for what seems like a long time. Thus far, our middle son, Chase, has been the most vocal about getting a dog. This is the same son that, at three years old, cried for days about taking motherless ducklings to a rescue center. Of our three boys,…