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I’m a dented-tank kind of guy. I like fixing things, bringing them back from the dead or disrepair. I say dented-tank because when I ...

When I was growing up 200 miles from the ocean, my strongest memory of the coast was a rainy spring break when we came down to the beach. I...

Daffodils are stubborn optimists. They thrust their heads toward the sky when it is still frustratingly winter. A glancing sliver of su...

The First Mile is a Liar I am not fast. In high school, I got the nickname “Fast Eddie” because I was a sprinter. Short distances, I...