Phedippidations

The 14th Anniversary Episode of Phedippidations

One the best friends I've ever had is sick.  I'm going to spend the summer making his life awesome.

A Burns Supper is a remarkable event, and one that I highly recommend you attend. The poetry of the Plowmen Bard is romantic, sentimental, lustful, honest, satirical, humorous and authentic for the 1780’s in which he wrote through now and forever.   On the next January 25th, if you can find a Burns Supper being hosted near you: I highly recommend that attend. It’s a beautiful way to celebrate the life of the Ploughman Bard.

Just a quick catch up here to let you know I'm here and livin' large.

Tim Doiron was one of the first fellow runners and listener to this podcast who I actually ran with in person.  Here was a guy who knew pretty much everything about me: a natural by-product of the new podcasting phenomenon, and our friendship went on from there: running races together, running Mojo Loco’s, and attending baseball games here in in the city of Wooostah.

They found something. It made for a bad weekend.

Checking in, as I am want to do, after some time.

To quote Judy Collins:   “Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air, Where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns”   On behalf of my Dad and the woman who gave my siblings and I life, who in turn gave life to her grandchildren…We want to thank you with all of our hearts for being here today.   I’m Stephen John, Loretta’s first child and like you, I will always miss her.   But then there’s this weird thing, and I know my Mom was keenly aware of this: “the phenomenon of living on in your progeny”   Her influence, taste, opinion, knowledge, philosophy, story and voice…will continue to live on within us.   My Mom, or “Ra Ra” as her grandchildren call her, was always good at remembering special days with a card. Every year on Ellen’s birthday (December 25th) she’d write “you’re still my best Christmas present ever!” on her birthday card…and so on Christmas Day, 2009 when Ellen broke the news that she was pregnant with the twins giving my Mom a framed print of the ultrasound: Mom

Health, SCJ and other stuff.  This is me checking in. Be happy.