Interstate 95 and I got to know each other a bit last weekend.
Elise and I fought through massive downpours from Charlotte to the Georgia-Florida line. Joaquin churned well off the East Coast, but his thuggy thunderstorm friends decided to bust out a few windows in the Carolinas all the same. We turned off onto 95 and heard this from the GPS:
“Next turn, 542 miles.” Interstate 95 lasts a while.
It changes, from the stretch in South Carolina where you see pickups with lots of mud and deer stickers and South Carolina Gamecocks logos, to the stretch in Georgia where you see pickups with lots of mud and deer stickers and Georgia Bulldogs logos.
Racecar driver Michael Andretti says he remembers the day he passes his famous father, Mario, on the racetrack for the first time.
“Adios, dada,” he said.
Today, Elise says “adios, dada,” too.
Elise, the girl you might have read about here and hereand most definitely here, has written a guest post for today. I asked her a while ago to write about life as a girl athlete – and she delivered, in a big way.
Elise and I will take an excellent adventure on Saturday.
We’ll pack up and head south to Ft. Lauderdale, Fla., home of Nova Southeastern University. Ever since we spoke to a rep at a college fair months ago, Nova has been on Elise’s dream schools list. As a senior without a club team to play on, her opportunities are dwindling.
Enter this camp.
I wrote an email to coach John Constable last week. “Finished your recruiting class for 2016 yet?” I’d priced the camp (and accommodations), but I just wanted to see what he’d say.
Sometimes (often) I say things off the cuff and profane.
Most times they go unnoticed. This is best for society and mankind. Sometimes, though, another blogger picks up on it and makes it into a holiday.
I muttered something I can’t even find on social media: That there should be a holiday to celebrate tea, cookies and blogging. Who could object to that?
Rara of Raurasaur blog came up with the name Tribus – a celebration of three things we love. How to celebrate? Write love notes to three things. I prefer everything good in threes. And looky here, y’all: I’ve got three daughters.
I wanted to be one. I coached middle school girls’ soccer for three seasons, and high school girls’ soccer for one. This happened after my journalism career came to an unceremonious end and I muddled around in jobs in call centers and hotels.
The plan: Get my teaching certificate, teach English, and become faculty and coach. Summers off, days spent teaching writing. I could think of worse ways to go. Before any of that could get off the ground, I got the call from Muzak, to write on-hold messages for businesses.
Yes, on-hold messages. But it was writing. And I wanted to write.