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And a time to every purpose, under heaven …

It took Pete Seeger and The Byrds to put a few verses from Ecclesiastes into perspective for many of us:

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven

So it would seem for the contents of last week’s letter.

April 24, 2017

Ellen/Reid: By the time you open this, Ellen, surgery on your arm will be done and you’ll be all sewed up, good as new. Good for the dermatologist to catch it in the apparent early stages. There’s nothing wrong with check ups every three months. I’m still on that quarterly regimen, too, as is your mother and your uncle. Reid, I know Tim hit you hard about a skin check up but really, get in since this insidious beast can lurk around almost unseen. Almost the entire family has had melanoma. So please, get checked.

It rained all day yesterday around here and still is this morning. I didn’t realize how much of a downpour we had until I brought up the digital Charlotte Observer. Apparently some neighborhoods were badly flooded and are still out of power. The little creek behind the house is bank full. I guess it’s good for the reservoirs but it washes all the litter into them.

It’s a relief in a lot of ways that the Road King is nearly gone. I’m quite fine with it. It was just time. Not my favorite of all the Harleys I’ve had and maybe if it was the old Heritage Softail then there might still be a bike in the garage. But there’s not and that is just great. The guy who bought it was excited and he picks it up sometime in the next couple of days if the rain stops.


The Road King needed a new owner who could put the bike through its deserved paces. And it got one in a great young guy named Matt.

We didn’t haggle much on the price, and I threw in lots of misc. gear like a cover and tour pack and a jacket and cleaning supplies and a helmet and some Harley tees just to be rid of stuff. I’ll use some of the proceeds to recover the kitchen cabinets, maybe re-carpet the place and buy tickets to see you goons. Whatever is left will go to my trek in Spain this fall. I’ve started to go to weekly coffees about how to plan for the Camino de Santiago. Since I’m not the planner extraordinaire, even a few tips will get me down the road.

Ellen, I’m close to a ticket for your graduation. Are you absolutely sure you’re okay with me visiting since you guys will need to be in a motel? You may not need me as a fifth wheel so help me make the call. Why aren’t they having the graduation there on campus? Wouldn’t that be the Continue reading


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To every season, turn, turn turn …

“To every season, turn, turn, turn” sang the Byrds and that seems to be the theme of the past few weeks if not months. You pick up the pieces and move on, and if you’re lucky it’s onward and upward.


September 15, 2015

Ellen/Reid: It’s a good thing Emma and her sister don’t get a look at their grandfather just now. They’d scream and run the other way (at least Georgia might try to crawl). The left side of my face looks like I got blind sided by Mike Tyson. My left eye is completely shut and the cheek is swollen all the way to my jaw. But this is as the surgeon predicted and it’s just one of the by-products of the process. It’ll go away soon enough, one would hope. Icing a few minutes each hour seems to help somewhat.

Your dad really got off lucky. The ordeal began at 7:15 – I went in truly confident – and my room was reserved until 4 p.m. (they scrape and test and each pathology test takes about 45 minutes) but after the first go-round they said the margins were clear and they’d sew me up. That lightened the mood considerably. I told the surgeon and his assistant they had a nice bedside manner.

This is what passes for out patient surgery style these days: a butt ugly gown and an old pair of Rod Laver shoes.

This is what passes for out patient surgery style these days: a butt ugly gown and an old pair of Rod Laver shoes.

There are 10 stitches under the surface and 15 on the top. These are the dissolvable kind so no need to go back in to have the sutures removed. At least Tim could remove yours, Ellen. When I left the office about 9:15 I could see people who weren’t quite so fortunate. There but for the grace of God go I.

There will be a lasting 1.5” scar that the doc said might take eight to 12 months to truly subside but will always remain visible and that’s okay. It’ll just add a little experience to my face. He suggested I could tell people it was the result of a bar room brawl but no one would believe it. Next up is the bruising but that should go away in due time, too. I have a golf buddy, Doug, who’s been through this very recently and his counsel and support has been great to have. If nothing else, it just means you need to slather Emma and Georgia with sunscreen (this goes for you, too, Reid) from here on out. There’s hell to pay for sun during your formative years.

So, Ellen, you guys are thinking about building? Your grandfather would be proud since he was a huge proponent of that. But be sure to take patience pills since it’s a gigantic stressor from start to finish. Building from scratch was never in the cards for me but Continue reading

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