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It happened on Pre’s Trail in Eugene last month. Call it an epiphany. Call it a defining moment. Or just call it a good day. Regardless, I left that workout with a greater determination and goal. I wanted to run again. It was a cool, foggy morning. A soundtrack of late 1983 music kept me company on those sawdust trails as I alternated five minutes of running with three minutes of walking. Although it was a world removed from what I’d have been doing just six months earli

The closest I ever came to Dan Marino. Dear Rick, This email comes from yourself, sent nearly twenty years from your future. I'm sending...

This is me wondering if I left the fireplace on at the house. “Because, sir, you are an idiot.” That was my response to the question I...

Would you believe that most participants in this event actually wear red flannel tops? I went to bed February 14 prepared to compete in...

Believe it or not, Krusteaz is a PNW company that makes pancake mix. Meet Mr. Reasonably-Nice Guy. That’s me.  Or so I’m hoping. ...

Have you ever experienced a time in your life that you were simply happy to be in the moment? A time where nothing could take away the...

One of the most pivotal moments in my life occurred on a quiet Sunday evening in July 1979. I received a phone call from the...