Tomorrow is the Sunday before Thanksgiving. On the Sunday before Thanksgiving, 1992, Tara and I first kissed while cross-country skiing near Trillium Lake. I was 25, hot and fit. 1/?
On the Sunday before Thanksgiving, 2017, Tara and I overnighted at Timberline. It was the first time either of us had stayed in a room at the lodge. I was 50, o.k. looking, I guess, and much fitter than I am now. 3/?
I talked briefly with a personal trainer today about helping me set up a strength routine. “I have to warn you: I’ll whine,” I said. “Rule Number One: No whining or crying,” she said. “Fuck you,” I said.
@humatrouble@433 I’m not into this World Cup for all the obvious reasons. I don’t know if I’ll even watch matches. Except if Spain plays in the final since I’ll be in Sevillle that day. I don’t think there will be any escaping it.
Daily reminder that Ticketmaster is a monopoly, it’s merger with LiveNation should never have been approved, and they need to be reigned in.
Break them up.
@GVAJr77@tradishskinbyrd My 11 year-old nephew and I were swimming at a public pool this summer. A third or so of the other summers were Black. He was floored when I told him that when his grandparents (my parents) were married, Whites had laws against Blacks using pools in some states.