I forgot to bring underwear to the gym on Monday.
Thing is, I was up at my usual 5:xx AM that day and there really shouldn’t have been any snags. As usual, I had packed the car the night before with my work wardrobe for the day. I had also selected and laid out my workout clothes before I hit the pillow. Continue reading “Commando-in-Chief”
Most of you probably remember where you were on 9/11. So much so that I don’t even need to write the date out in a proper format.
The current and massive spate of remembrance articles, media, blogs, documentaries and news specials are probably rekindling your memories in case you have forgotten. But more than recalling where you were, I am sure a lot of your memories are about the mental stages you went through that day. Continue reading “Remembrance Day”
The title to this blog only tells half the story.
The dates reveal that a young man has died. Even without knowing how he died, you sense the tragedy in the situation. Even without knowing the young man, you understand the grief that has struck his family. Even without reading the obituary, you can feel the sorrow amongst his friends.
That tragedy, that grief, that sorrow, has an all too familiar refrain when you start to read some of the tributes posted and received about Matthew Clayton Ludlow. Continue reading “Matthew Clayton Ludlow: September 1, 1988 – July 10, 2011”
