Nice Costs Nuthin’

I was the recipient of two very kind gestures in late summer of 2009, as I began my in-patient rehab experience at Atlanta’s Shepherd Center as a C7 quadriplegic. Frank Smith III, a close friend from my college days, popped over from Charlottesville bearing gifts he’d received from then Cavaliers football coach, Al Groh. AsContinue reading “Nice Costs Nuthin’”

Blackberries, Or Bushes Afire?

We await a smaller mob than most years – we’ll have 15 around the table. I cite a link to our Thanksgiving experience in 2009 I hope you’ll enjoy: https://wheeledwords.wordpress.com/category/gettin-by-lifestyle-changes-greater-independence/himalayan-expeditions-wheelchair-travel/ But also happy to step out of the way of my good friend, Frank Smith III, a far more gifted writer than I am, whoContinue reading “Blackberries, Or Bushes Afire?”

Far More Weighty and Real

Having played on the 1977-80 Virginia Cavalier football team – well, practiced mostly – I was interestedly watching the Cavs (seldom televised anymore) play the Miami Hurricanes yesterday evening. As they hung on to a slim 6 point lead, early in the fourth quarter, they failed to score from inside the 5 yard line onContinue reading “Far More Weighty and Real”

Bicyclists’ “Blackbox”

Wow! Great article with an amazing outcome (apart from the cowardly driver who left the scene). http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/10/23/biking-cameras-_n_6029950.html I was struck 08-20-2009 by a motorist. A Blackbox camera would’ve been a great forensic resource. As it turned out, the guy who hit me stuck around but had embarrassingly meager automobile insurance, so it was my ownContinue reading “Bicyclists’ “Blackbox””

Beloved of God. Ruby Shod.

There was a post come from the Celestial City, with matter of great importance . . . . A one time copy center manager, he’d been asked by a neighbor to print invitations to a special, multi-decades-marking natal celebration. “Why not?” he thought. “Just 25 color prints. A small favor, really.” Plus, it would giveContinue reading “Beloved of God. Ruby Shod.”

Occupationally Therapeutic Oatmeal

I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal. I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal. Upon a stooovetop. Upon a stooovetop. Don’t touch the red part. Don’t touch the red part. That thing’ll burn you. That thing’ll burn you. Steelcut, not rollled. Steelcut, not rollled. Stir periooo . . . . . . Dicaaally Stir periooo . . . . . . Dicaaally That’sContinue reading “Occupationally Therapeutic Oatmeal”

Passing This Along . . . Peleton Magazine on Twitter: Sick Skills, Indeed

Watch and marvel. You can understand how I might be a tad envious. PRO skils.#ParisTours via @reddit pic.twitter.com/qcFSgMICR4 — peloton® (@pelotonmagazine) October 16, 2014 To my velo-buddies: Ride rejoicingly (new word?), eyes wide open, head on a swivel (thanks, Coach Shepherd). And wear your helmets!

Three Equal Parts – Redux

Missing my sister, Dianne Irving on the anniversary of her birth. The eldest of Three Equal Parts. https://wheeledwords.wordpress.com/2013/12/22/three-equal-parts-september-2008/. See her on the move . . . http://youtu.be/l-wzir01WtI.