The sorting crew works all summer, picking out out the Playboys from the National Geographics ...
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All in life
The sorting crew works all summer, picking out out the Playboys from the National Geographics ...
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It was one of those “Oh S#!T” moments. I knew right away I had made a mistake and wished mightily to be able to rewind the last two seconds of my life.
When Gramma said, “I’ve made some potato salad”, the proper response was, “I’ll be right over”.
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An identity crisis is nothing that a new bike can't solve.
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We don’t do a lot of entertaining - partly because we’re a couple of quiet introverts, and partly because it’s awkward asking our guests to listen to each other use the bathroom.
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I climbed into the same Chevy Suburban that my wife had disappeared in an hour earlier. We turned onto a dirt road directly behind the convenience store and climbed a steep hill.
The crowd at the counter spills out the door and into the street making it nearly impossible to get in or out, but with their mix of English banter and Italian insults, the red shirts keep the line moving so nobody has to wait very long.
The last call in that two-hour span came at 3:22 p.m. After that, it’s likely that he lost interest, and just as likely that he was too drunk to operate the phone.
Will today be the day I set a new personal record? I’ve already walked the route, assessing the conditions - noting the obstacles. The weather is good. I’m hydrated. I like my chances.
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The stoplight ahead turns red and I’m saved for a moment. We stand there, each one exaggerating our nonchalance, trying not to breathe too heavy or lean on the bike as a sign of weakness.
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It is a universal truth. Maybe it is the universal truth. It transcends religion and supercedes science. It’s truer than a natural law because you don’t have to learn it or prove it.
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I remember wondering why adults moved so slowly, and then I became an adult and I lost the run, too. The run just atrophied away like playing the piano and remembering grocery lists and other things I used to be able to do.
He’s not melodramatic, or frantic or panicked as I imagine I would be. He just talks about the dying journey in the same tones of one who is doing something interesting for the first time, and learning as he goes.
One of the guys let it slip that he was both a Democrat and a union member … and the howls of derision began. Accusations of treason, laziness and communism were thrown at him, along with some popcorn, ice cubes, and a few potato chips.
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There are stories like this all over the sporting world: has-been runners, cyclists, skiers, blowing the dust off their histories for one more run.
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When you can’t get the top off the new container of grapefruit that you want to have for lunch and you’re just ready to go at it with a circular saw and ...
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The shop of my childhood was a relic of the mechanical age: oily and unguarded. Belts, flywheels and blades were fully exposed. Solvents and cigarettes were held in the same hands. It was a place so obviously dangerous that I can’t remember ever needing to be told to be careful.
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if it takes longer to get dressed for a workout than it does to actually do the workout, I stay inside.
after poking and stabbing at various buttons on the dash with no discernible difference in the cabin temperature, Dad finally pulled to the side of the road, took off his gloves, activated a touch-screen and spent the next few minutes muttering in frustration at the bewildering array of arrows, plus signs, minus signs and icons available.