Unused Air (Luckenbach, TX)

New York is the best! Great city! Great food! Great people! Great culture and art. Music and nightlife. Diversity and inspiration. Millions and millions of other people with their own ideas about how the world should be. It’s enough to make ya sick. I mean do you ever step out of your apartment building or office and take a deep breath and think 12 million other people breathed this air? No, seriously. I love it here, but sometimes I want to go running for the mountains.  Sometimes you gotta get out. My friend Kerri, and fellow lover of the city, recently got herself a Jeep. Now for those of you living outside of Gotham, that may not seem too radical. But inside the city walls, it is. I got rid of my car in 1997 and haven’t owned one since. I rent when I need one and out of town jobs usually provide one of their own or rent one for me. There was no need. Or so I thought. But by her reports, the city is a new place to her now. There’s the obvious benefits like buy as many groceries as you wish because you’re not gonna develop delts the size of melons carrying them home. Or actually going to the remote UPS pick-up site to retrieve your package when you missed the delivery instead of just saying “Ah, screw it! Those pants I ordered last week are already out of fashion anyway! Besides, to get there was […]

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Running In Circles (Castlerigg)
up the rise

Somewhere roughly mid-morning on my third day in the UK, as an all too common haze lingered over the moors, I found myself winding up an alleged two-way road just south of the A66 near Keswick. My day had begun hours earlier with another 730am wake-up call. But the story I wanted to tell you started even earlier than that. Fifty years earlier, actually. It was 1963. The Beatles debuted their first album and James Bond began his decades-long lesson in the perfect martini. A young president was assassinated and a young King marched on Washington. AT&T gave us the push-button phone and a southern governor wrote his chapter in history with his proclamation, “Segregation now! Segregation tomorrow! Segregation forever!” A tumultuous time. But amongst all this a young teacher in a small English schoolhouse had an idea. An idea to help her young students learn about a foreign place and engage with the world around them. Fifty years ago in that teacher’s classroom sat a young girl by the name of Hillary. Her small hamlet had recently been twinned or sistered with a town of similar size, make and industry in France. To celebrate this new union and exchange, the teacher decided to partner her kids with similarly aged students in the corresponding French village. And a relationship was born. A pen-pal relationship that would carry on for the next fifty years. It continues still. So on the fiftieth anniversary of the first letter, Hillary’s childhood pen pal came […]

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