And it certainly didn’t lead to a groundswell of campus admiration.
I’m sure I could have set enduring track records, but the coach told me I had to wear a uniform to compete and, no, just socks didn’t count.
No Paychecks . . . No Prospects . . . Always How one writer struggles to elevate from the hammock, overcome his God-given laziness and earn a living in a cruel world that insists he work. (The title of this blog is in no way aspirational or should be considered an endorsement of the Amish lifestyle)
(811 words) I remain charmed by the many crayon keepsakes friends and readers have bestowed on me over the past three years. Each wa...