The Tour de France is composed of 21 stages, all in succession. For the Tour de Dad I bounce between multiple stages, at the same time, with no apparent order. I’m in my early 50’s which means I fall in the old-guy territory when it comes to my teenage daughters, …
“When you are asked if you can do a job, tell ’em ‘Certainly I can!’ Then get busy and find out how to do it.”
Teddy Roosevelt, 1858 to 1919 (26th President of the United States, 1901 to 1909)
Hey kids, here’s a short and sweet Father’s Day list if you’re procrastinating. The listed order is unimportant, except for #3.
Cam-buckles and tie straps. These range in length from 12 inches to 24 feet. They’re handy to secure loads for camping or landfill trips. Cam buckles eliminate the need for …
(This article originally appeared in Hockey Player Magazine, May 2015)
The line between frugality and nostalgia is not much wider than a skate blade.
Consider hockey tape, the adhesive that binds equipment, body parts, and adult recreation teams. Players hoarding rolls of UHaul® tape to strap on shin guards are frugal. They’re too …
“I don’t like spiders and snakes, and that ain’t what it takes to love me, you fool, you fool.”
Jim Stafford, Comedian, musician and singer-songwriter
Maggie, my 9th grader, screamed louder than a jet engine. Hun, my wife, shrieked “Get it out of there!”
Good thing the patio door was open or they …
We stood on the bleachers, eight of us squinting. I was one of the eight, a volunteer ”timer” for Maggie’s track meet. I was more stressed out than the athletes. The officials assigned us stopwatches. I got timer #7 thinking that I’d time Lane #7. Nope. I was to track runners …
“Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire.”
Reggie Leach, Philadelphia Flyers 1974-1982
Hey folks, I’ve been tied up with other writing projects but have these stories in development for Etc. Guy:
Adopting Old Men
The Guy Who Never Throws Stuff Away
School Fundraising Lasts Longer than School
(Hockey Player Magazine, January 2015)
We lumbered inside the locker-room and grimaced as hockey bags slid down our shoulders. I hadn’t seen my Blazer teammates for over a month. Inside the guys slouched like dough-boys, suffering from extended tryptophan hangovers. None admitted to exercising over the holiday break. Crazy Eddie maintained …
Don’t call the Sierra Club. The wood we chop isn’t for building or heating. We are Christmas tree hunters—amateur lumberjacks that thin the forest one tree at a time. The permit costs $10 but getting lost is free.
Christmas is a week out and I’m in the same state of mind as I was 365 days ago. Hurried, disheveled and trying to jam fifteen minute errands into eight. We need a mega-blizzard in my fair town to slow things down, or at least slow down everyone else.