Dodged the Bullet

Most of my readers know that I live in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, DC. But what they do not understand is how dynamic our weather is, compared with other locations in the U.S. or other countries.

So while most of you from places around the U.S. and the world saw this:
Snow03062013… thinking that my entire state and region got walloped with a whopper of a storm, this is what my boots saw:
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Oscars Shmoshkers

OscarJust a brief note… many people in the U.S., and perhaps around the world, are all ga-ga over an awards show that aired on television last night. Huge, heavy bronze statues are given for cinema — best picture, best actor, actress, and so on.

There are a number of people who have “Oscar parties.” How did I respond to two invitations?
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Jock Dads

lucyI was having a conversation with a friend of mine who expressed concern for wanting to support his son in sports programs, but my friend is much like me — we are not “sports enabled.” Or shall I say that we have talents, but our talents do not include the use of balls, clubs, bats, mitts, cleats, pads, or the like. How often I have felt like Charlie Brown when Lucy teases him (as shown.)

It is very hard for a “sports-challenged” guy like me to be around “jock Dads” when supporting a family member’s sports interests. For example, I like to show my nephews and nieces that I love them by showing up on occasion at one of their games, but there are times when fathers of other players have made me feel inadequate, uncomfortable, and unhappy. Some have behaved in ways as if they have not graduated from school. In many ways, feelings I had in grade school return — and those grade-school scars are hard to heal.

How does a non-sports guy help raise a son, or show support to a nephew, when he feels so inadequate in comparison with other fathers and uncles?
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Riding With A Cop

Last night, instead of watching (or not watching) some football championship game, and instead of reading a book as I had planned, I jumped at a chance to do a “ride-along” with a cop who serves my police district. I had signed up for that opportunity some time ago, and had forgotten. I got a call to ask if I were interested in going on a ride-along due to a last-minute cancellation. My reply?
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