Go Home, Frank. Go Home.

While joining the rest of the world in mourning Pope Francis, there has also been another Francis weighing heavy on my heart and mind these past two weeks. A few days before Pope Francis passed away, my cousin Frank succumbed to the aggressive form of brain cancer he had been fighting these past few months.

A Mile In My Shoes

This week, turning 66, it’s shoes that are on my mind. As the poet said, we are shaped by the lessons of humanity taught to us by our elders and will be known forever by the tracks we leave. In my case, a lot of those lessons and tracks they helped shape involve shoes.

A Long Time Coming

Too bad I used “Party In The USA” as the title of my last post, because we are certainly partying in our part of the USA. The Boston Celtics are back on top of the basketball world – where they lived comfortably for the first three decades of my life.