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Dad Run

21Feb16

It was one of the most shocking moments of my young life. On a late spring evening, my sister, father and I were playing catch with a football. I was about 11, my father, 52. For as long as I could remember, he’d had the white hair of a grandfather and the executive paunch of […]


The voice at the end of the line was a studied blend of concern, regret and distance. It was obvious that all content and delivery was shaped in anticipation of my response. After a brief exchange of pleasantries and a weighty pause, I heard this: “Drew just isn’t at the same level as the other […]


Willie Nelson works out 5 times a week. He rides his bike, likes to swim and even does some running. I’d put this bit of information in the Top Ten of the most surprising things I learned in 2012. I met Willie when I produced a segment with him on the TODAY Show. He had […]


Stretching

26Jan13

Ghengis Khan introduced the world to the first mail system and the concept of diplomatic immunity. I didn’t know this, as I didn’t know there was such a thing as North Korean cuisine and that if you knew the right people, you could have it for dinner in Ulam Bator. I’d never been to Mongolia […]


I popped out of my subterranean trainstop, hooked a right and saw my first one. A businessman rushing to his morning’s work, ordinary in every way except for the dark smudge on his forehead: the telltale sign of a faithful Catholic on Ash Wednesday, a practitioner in the religion I was raised in. My guilt […]


He exercises two hours every day. Sometimes, he still runs. He works in his garden. For kicks he does repeats on the stone staircase that connects the terraced portions of his property. Speed isn’t a big part of his game these days. The years and what they held for him took that away. But his […]


Love and Hate

03Jan11

I’ve had two nadirs as a parent both came high atop a ski slope. Several years ago, at greater expense than I could afford, I took Lulu, Drew and myself skiing out in Utah. On day two or three, my cherubic young ‘un Jekylled at the prospect of skiing for the full day. Though we’d […]