Perihelion Day—that monumental day each year when the orbit of the Earth around the Sun takes us a few steps closer to that big glorious ball than any other day—came off without a hitch.
What is it with you people? I swear, you could be in an empty parking lot in the middle of the night outside the stadium no one has played in since they wore leather helmets and you’d still be putting the stupid thing in reverse.
Good conversation is interactive, meandering, curious, and untainted by the need to convince anyone of anything. I wish I had more of it. I treasure it when it happens.
Perihelion Day—that monumental day each year when the orbit of the Earth around the Sun takes us a few steps closer to that big glorious ball than any other day—came off without a hitch.
For most of my kids’ lives, the only car they knew was the Matrix. For most of their lives, the only quarterback they knew was Ben Roethlisberger. It’s hard to say goodbye to something so familiar that you cannot remember life without it.
