Along time ago - it feels like a hundred years - when I was in college, I took karate classes. The style - Cuong Nhu was a relatively new style - a mix of other styles both “hard” and “soft.”
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, there were three little children who were starting to grow up. They took swim lessons, learned to walk, then skate and ride bikes. They learned how to read and color with crayons and stay inside the lines — more or less.
"I, happily, am in a zone in the sense that I have a few books ahead of me ready to be read, and I am reading a good one right now."
Seems like I wrote this same column this time about a year ago. Here we go again, déjà vu! Time is just racing by, or at least it feels that way. I will turn 67 in a little over a month. Hard to believe.
We wove our way slowly in and out of the late afternoon crowd on our way to get in line for the concert. It was humid and not so comfortable, but at least the heat was beginning to recede. I was acutely aware of my lack of sunglasses.
So, I wrote my column a couple weeks ago about “pup-cups.” These are little cups filled with whipped cream that you get when you go through the drive-thru at Starbucks when you have a pup in the front seat with you or in the back.
We wove our way slowly in and out of the late afternoon crowd on our way to get in line for the concert. It was humid and not so comfortable, but at least the heat was beginning to recede.