This must be the place: ‘I can hear the hound dogs howlin’, chasin’ that old fox where I used to roam’
Hello from Room 323 at the Hyatt Place in downtown Athens, Georgia. A quiet Monday morning here in “Bulldog Country” with the hotel right on the edge of the campus of the University of Georgia. Lots of thoughts are ricocheting around my mind, especially with the Boston Marathon currently on the TV.
This must be the place: Ode to the old man, ode to the game of golf
It was watching my father putt on Hole #14 at the Maggie Valley Country Club last Monday afternoon when a vivid thought appeared across my field of vision — don’t forget this moment of spending quality time with the old man.
A few feet from my 84-year-old father was my mother, age 77, and also one of my best friends, age 66.
This must be the place: ‘To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift’
Dec. 31, 2024, marked the ninth anniversary of my “running streak.” Since Dec. 31, 2015, I’ve run every single day. The standard is to complete at least a mile to qualify as a run, with most of my jogs hovering around three miles.
