On July 24, 1982, I watched Frank Shorter tie his running shoes. That’s it. At about 7:30 on that warm, clear Saturday morning, I was preparing to run in the Bix 7, an annual 7-mile race in Davenport, Iowa, part of the Bix Jazz Festival. It was during my pre-race stretching and nervous walking around […]
Dad’s furniture
I decided that Saturday was the day to put Dad’s bedroom furniture in the front yard with a price tag on it. He died 5 months ago. It seemed that every week during that 5 months involved closing out or finalizing some part of his life; terminating utilities and his phone plan, closing out his […]