Today, I met a woman recovering from a stroke who’s determined to walk this year’s Peachtree Road Race. She was in a coma for 3 months and her left side is partially paralyzed. Still she’s determined to be there on July 4th. She’ll be among those walking with a cane. Look for her. The forty year old’s name is April. You’ll see her a few days before the race on WSB-Television, channel 2 in Atlanta, Georgia. It’s part of my series on a preview of the Peachtree.
Archive for May, 2013
This is a family of Canadian Geese at Lullwater Park on the Emory University campus in Atlanta, Georgia. Nearby is an all-adult group.
They appear to be peaceful, but a friend of mine says they will attack in force if they feel threatened. My friend owns a farm in south Georgia. He told me a group of these birds visited his farm and decided to stay. Their poop became a nuisance so he tried to shoo them away. The Canadians not only didn’t leave, but they fought back. He ran for his car. As he was trying to get the door open, the geese began pecking his back. Those apparently have adopted my friend’s farm as their homeland. Canada is only a memory. The U.S.A.’s migratory bird act of 1918 puts the Canadian Geese on the federally protected endangered species list. Without a federal permit, there’s little my friend can legally do to rid himself on his unwanted poopers.
I met Susan Kolbinsky and her 17-year-old son, Keenan, today (Monday) as I began preparing another series of stories for WSB-TV. The intriguing tales about unusual people running the Peachtree Road Race will begin airing on channel 2 four days before the July 4th event! Despite being at Boston when the bombs exploded, Susan plans to run her 25th consecutive Peachtree. For Keenan, it will be his 10th.
This picture shows a part of a Memorial Day observance in a small Georgia town about 45 miles northeast of Atlanta. The town is Dacula. The event is the “Dacula Memorial Day 5K”. A parade followed the 3.1 mile race.Many of us veterans are grateful to God still to be alive and running…grateful and remembering those whose lives were cut short in service to this country.
When I was growing up in East Tennessee, my parents would take us to the family cemeteries to put flowers on the graves of our ancestors. My mom and dad called it “Decoration Day”. Some other sections of the country already had adopted the name, “Memorial Day” to honor those who had served our nation in the military. It wasn’t until 1971 that Congress passed a law that designated “Memorial Day” as the last Monday in May throughout these United States. It ensured a 3-day weekend for federal holidays. Whatever you call it, however you observe Monday, May 27th, 2013, God knows what’s in your heart. That’s what matters!
I began the day with a 5K run-walk in Holly Springs, Georgia just north of Atlanta. It was 59 degrees and sunny when we started at 8 a.m. It warmed during the afternoon to the 70s with the winds increasing. I spent much of the rest of the day video editing, learning about my new smart phone and trying to figure out why I bought a tablet. How many ways can we communicate? How many ways do we need to communicate?
Given the attention to the 4th making of “The Great Gatsby”, I bought the 1974 version starring Robert Redford and Mia Farrow. The movie is based on the book by F.Scott Fitzgerald. It’s set in the 1920s. At least 3 of the scenes reminded me of how along ago that was. A driver brings his car to a service station-garage. The owner-attendant pumps the gas. The total cost for this fill-up is 40 cents. Another time, a driver pulls up to the pump with the gauge almost on empty. His cost was $1.23. On the other hand, those were the days when many people were working for 15 or 20-cents an hour. My father was among those happy to get it.
You might think that living in a neighborhood where there are more steep uphills than flat streets would be an excellent training venue for those tough uphills in a race. It was not too long ago, but now it’s torture. There is a cliche’ that reads, “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. I’m testing the truth of it.
Despite signing on with programs which say that they will put you on a list asking vendors to stop sending you solicitations, the junk mail keeps coming.. Not only does it come, but the sender puts your name and address on the junk mail in several places. The shredder and black-blot stamp work overtime. There also is the cost of your time to ferret out the items for shredding and/or stamping. What can we do to reduce the possibility of vendors targeting us with junk mail? Apparently, nothing. As long as even a small percentage of recipients send money or buy the services or merchandise being offered by the junk mailers, it’ll keep on coming.
It sometimes seems my body has been the object of every test known to the medical profession. Today, there were two more: an ultra sound of my legs and thighs and a visit to the echo lab one more time. The techs who operate the machines are excellent. So is my doctor and friend who urged me to have the tests. However, I sometimes wish I lived in earlier generations when doctors relied more on experience and instinct. It’s not likely my life would have lasted as long as it has so I’m grateful for the tests, and am tolerating the burnout