Who Am I?
- A husband and a father
- A person with a strong work ethic
- A problem solver
- A good communicator
- A writer
- An environmentalist
- A technologist
- An artist
- A food lover
- A cyclist
A few more words about each of these. More »
So often, going for a bike ride involves too much work. We suit up in our gear – spandex shorts, jerseys, clip-in shoes – and grab a few bottles of water, maybe some advanced electrolyte replacement drinks. A bar that resembles a granola bar, but is actually engineered food. Then we hit the road and ride concentrating on form, speed, cadence, distance…
You know the drill. More »
Well folks, it’s been a little over a month since I deactivated my Facebook account and it’s been a good month. First off, I’ll admit that I did login last week. I looked around for about five minutes and decided to deactivate it again. There really isn’t a whole lot that I’m missing by not tuning into Facebook on a daily basis.
The first few days, maybe the first week, it was strange. I missed the constant feedback. I missed the chatter. I have maintained my twitter account and it took a beating the first few weeks. I was tweeting like a madman for sure, but that has subsided. I got hooked into google+ – and really that’s a bit of a disappointment in one respect and a pleasure in another. There’s much less of the “my cat took a shit in the toilet” kind of status updates on it. More »
The craziness of modern life is hard to escape, unless you are a little boy. Then, you walk around somewhat oblivious to the rest of the world and think that it’s perfectly normal to wear a pair of swimming goggles as a fashion accessory.
And why not?
When you’re three years old, life your only job is to play. At times it may feel like the only job that your child has is to make messes for you to clean up. That’s their job too.
A few weeks ago, we took a camping trip to the beach with some other families. Mr. Grey had a great time playing in the sand with his buddy Mr. Curtin. Literally, these two boys spent about six hours digging in the sand and getting exceptionally messy. (My car was a mess after the ride home).
Nevertheless, Mr. Grey is starting to show signs of growing up. He is starting to get the hang of riding his bike. He’s asking to go play with other kids in the neighborhood. It’s fun to watch, but there is a part of me who wants that little dude who wore the ever so classic “iPoop” shirt when he was 8 weeks old back.
Okay, sanity just arrived – I don’t really want that guy back, he cried and puked too much.
Dad would be celebrating today.
He was horrified to see his brethren die on that tragic day when the towers collapsed. We talked in the days after the events of 9/11 about the job that the men of FDNY were doing. I could hear the pain in his voice.
As a nation, we rallied around each other. Many of us reacted in ways that we didn’t fully understand. In retrospect everything seems different. Ten years of war and a recession have changed my views. Becoming a father has changed my views. Meeting my wife changed my views.
I honestly don’t know how I feel about the death of Osama Bin Laden. It’s almost meaningless to me. There is an entire army of new recruits that has been formed over the past ten years. And now to find out that he’s been “hiding” in a populated area?
I cannot celebrate. The chest thumping is ugly.
I long for a day when the “threat level” is not orange. What will a day that is “green” be like? Will we ever see one?
When will it be safe to move on?
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