For the last few years, my childhood hometown of Stockton, California has had something of a close-but-no-cigar losing streak. For example, in 2004 it almost earned the title of “#1 worst city to live in the U.S.,” only to be narrowly beat out by Laredo, TX. Then in 2005, it only took the #3 spot on the list of most car thefts per capita, after being #2 in 2003. The city’s recent losing streak has been much like this year’s Stockton Bears-Riveroak Redskins football match, in which not only the Bears lost, but one of their players was manhandled by the opposing team’s coach.
Never fear, Stockton is a loser no more. In fact, according to a study released by the Central Connecticut State University this month, the armpit of California is actually a champion in something. I kid you not! Stockton is #1, top dog, numero uno! Continue reading »
So yesterday I was planning on running 24 miles or so in preparation for the Chicago Marathon. Unfortunately, I finished short of that… way short. Excerpts from an email below explain the dilemma: Continue reading »
The year was 1990, with 9th grade in its final weeks. For one of our last homework assignments, Mrs. Hall, my social studies teacher, had asked us to write down our vision of “an ideal day” in the future. What would we do, where we would go, and how would we get there? The latter, for a sports-car dreaming guy was easy (never mind that it would still be a couple of years before I could drive)–it would be in style, in either an MG or Alfa Romeo, in British Racing Green. The “where” would be a little harder. In haste, while flipping through a picture book of California State Parks, I searched out for the most beautiful photo, deciding upon… Burney Falls. Continue reading »
I ran and rung in the New Year down in sunny (and sometimes not-so-sunny) San Diego, with Peggy. In addition to doing a 5k resolution run, we spent a mind-boggling 8 hours in a bar with a couple of Peggy’s friends. Continue reading »
An afternoon in San Francisco with Sarah and Dionne.
