There are a ton of reasons why I’ve always appreciated Mondays. A Monday is a new start, it’s fresh energy akin to splashing in cold, numbing water in the summer and hot, steamy showers in the winter. But it’s more than that. My brain tends to feel fresher on Mondays, assuming I don’t work much… Continue reading Gotta Love Mondays
The Fall Life happens so quickly. You’re standing in the middle of the highway of life looking down the road toward the future, and on the glistening, heat-baked asphalt is the tiny, wavy, mirage-like image of a vehicle headed toward you. You know instinctively that the vehicle is your future. You‘re enjoying your daily snack… Continue reading The Fall (to be enunciated as one would Monty Python’s “The Larch”).
The Cornhuskers were 5-3 after our win over Purdue game (a game that I attended), and I knew that in the last four games we should be able to win at least one, enabling us to reach the magical six wins to be bowl eligible. I also — seriously — thought that we had a… Continue reading It wasn’t supposed to end this way
Change happens. With chronic illness, change isn’t always in the right direction. But here we are … what are we going to learn from it? This has been an exciting fall for me. First, there is Nebraska football. I won’t ago into details, but the gist of it was that I get to see Husker… Continue reading It Is Well!
“Enjoying the game?” asked the man sitting next to me.I glanced over and recognized him immediately.“Oh, hi Jesus,” I said. “How long have you been sitting here?”“Since the start of the game” he said with a smile.“You mean you’ve been here for three innings and I haven’t noticed you?”“That’s about right,” he said.I guess I’ve… Continue reading Jesus and the Game
You can’t just fluidly wander any more. The shuffling / freezing and balance-related falling phenomena of Parkinson’s Disease (PD) is something that won’t go away. PD is progressive. As the clock turns, the symptoms worsen. The one thing that has been found (so far) to help SLOW the progression and to mediate between body and… Continue reading Tai Chi and Boxing are important for Tackling Parkinson’s
More than just a mechanical goat … My 25-year old riding lawn mower died last week right in the middle of … well … mowing my yard. My yard has a slight incline (ever so slight, you barely notice it when you’re playing football or baseball, soccer, or kickball out there) but I was mowing… Continue reading RIP for My Riding Lawn Mower
Football team manages to win even without the encouraging prescience of its biggest football fan. I don’t know what happenend; I mean I still haven’t figured it out. Somewhere along the line connecting this Sunday (today) to last Sunday, something went askew. I lost a day in the shuffle there, somewhere. I’ve tried replaying the… Continue reading Twilight Zone Comes to Apex family
There is no place like Nebraska. My oldest son, then age four, had just witnessed the second of three national championships that the Nebraska Cornhusker football would win over the course of four seasons (1994, 1995, and 1997). In my son’s first five years of life, the Huskers went 60-3. That is, sixty wins against… Continue reading Memorial Stadium
This is a poem that my great-grandfather, John Stevens Jr., wrote in 1957. He left it untitled, but I gave it a name. The Desert of Memory The truant fancy of the agedLoves to penetrate the vast and barren wasteWhich we call memory,Although its vain and profitless expanseIs thickly strewn with rough, forbidding rocksAnd angry… Continue reading The Desert of Memory