Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
“Do you ever get tired of people moving here?”
My friend offered the thoughtful question as we discussed his forthcoming move to our town - Fort Collins, Colorado. Over the past 15 years the town has grown fast enough to make the Irish guy pitching Scotts fertilizer proud. The population has tripled since I was born. I still shake my head in disbelief when my parents talk about where the edge of town used to be in the 1960’s.
“In my selfish and insecure...
Erik was older than I was, but I could run faster. One of these facts would be more important than the other.
We were two boys at play, inseparable, always on the hunt for adventure. Basketball. Music. Laughter. Somehow it fit. We just fit.
On this particular night, we were up late exploring a golf course full of ponds, waterways and channels that eventually led into the Gulf of Mexico. We had heard about manatees that swim up to the shore and munch on the grass. Evidently,...
“Congratulations, you’re registered for the Spartan Race...”
The email title popped into my inbox.
What had I just done? My brother had invited me to try this upcoming challenge with him.
The Spartan race was 8-9 miles of running, obstacles that included barbed wire, 8 foot walls, log carries, mud, blood, and tears. Apparently I could have done the “sprint” version, but at my brother’s invitation had gone for the “Super” level of challenge. Great....
Fifty dollars was a steal for our neighbor’s 17 foot aluminum Grumman canoe. Long scratches lined its left side, but that only added to its mystique as the worthy and first family vessel. My wife and I strapped it to the top of our car and visions of grandiose family adventures swirled in my mind. Stunning landscapes would be enjoyed, new skills would be acquired, and I would be in the trusty guide in the back of the canoe offering deft navigation and life changing memories.