The perfect Kevin Love sequence:
Rips the rebound away from Biyombo, runs the court, drills a three, gets back on D.
This is Kevin Love, Oregon kid, son of Stan Love, Oregon Duck. He’s related to Mike Love, Beach Boy, and Stan Love’s brother. That’s old news.
The new news is he’s a part of LeBron’s personal Big Three. And he’s looking like the force he was meant to be, a championship force.
How does a kid who had every chance at being one of those entitled millennials who expects life to hand him a ticket to ride turn into a player driven to excel? [Read More…]
More often than not, boomer isolation goes bad. Who of your friends would you vote for as Most Likely To Be A Hermit? Loosing touch with people doesn’t mean they’ve taken to boomer isolation. If you wonder, give them a call at the last number you have for them and see who answers. If they […]
Living a gentle life deserves a better ending. A sweet face came up on the evening news, followed by a cruel man’s face glaring from the television screen. Probably the worst face in the world. Not the face of one living a gentle life. I turned it up. From: http://www.crimevictimsunited.org/issues/repeatoffendersdata.htm (Scroll to the third entry on 2003.) […]
From the bloodless Tigard Police event. I stopped in the local market for a few cold Beck’s Bombers. A Tigard police rig sat in the parking lot. Should I stop, or should I go. I stopped. I stopped in, bought a few Beck’s Bombers since my regular place had a few warm ones last time, […]
Are you good at neighbor relations? Want to be better? After talking to the Tigard police and the woman who owns the house the Tigard police event centered on, what’s next? One of the men who drives a diesel farm truck up and down the quiet roads sat in his rig while I mowed my […]
A helpful conversation after Tigard Police Event. Open communication can help reduce tension. I kept that in mind before starting a conversation about the Tigard Police event in my front yard. The owner of a house with loads of traffic caught me cruising the cul-de-sac. She parked in the middle of the road and came […]
The borders of our lives. Boomers have heard this more than once, others will hear it more later on: The closer people get to death, the more they drop their facade. There’s no one left to impress, no one left to pretend for, no one to juke. Toward the end it seems we get the […]
Every family has a man with so much backbone you’d think he has two of them. Such a man might have been injured on the job and took up another line of work. Maybe that man was a logger who broke his back in the woods and took up ranching. His biggest regret was missing […]
A Divorce Downer Of Old Movies. The plan: A nice wedding anniversary with the family followed by a weekend at the same beach you went to on your honeymoon. If anniversaries are a tradition, so is the beach trip. You book your favorite cabin, the one with unobstructed view of the ocean…from the bathroom. Pack […]
Compass Rose As Eight Ball? You Are Correct. The eight ball works with some people better than others. Ask a question. Smack a stooge. Repeat. For these explorers it works best. Not so much for the rest of us. We need direction. We need a compass rose city Portland sort of direction. And there’s only […]
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. Baby boomers grew up with The Man. It wasn’t daddy, but daddy knew The Man. Sometimes daddy was on The Man reserve. Who is The Man? It’s the police Man. We saw him at the 1968 Democratic National Convention in Chicago. The Man swung a hard […]