Male Bonding

I walk a lot more now. I walked a lot before too. But now I walk more times a day, just not as far as before.

It’s essential for my recovery.

Open Heart Surgery, Mitral Valve Repair. One week ago yesterday.

Age 56. Been healthy all my life, no known prior health problems.

Nothing like a little wake up call late in middle age to start you thinking about things. Continue reading

9/11

Tuesday, September 11, early in the morning, unknowing of what was to come, I finally made the choice to go surfing at the Jersey shore for the first time since moving east 3 years ago. I checked my email, handled the few chores requested by clients and packed the truck with my board and gear and headed out.

It was a pristine and crystal clear day, the early signs of fall in the air. I rejoiced as I drove across the garden state with my beloved lab, Lulu, at my side and surfboard in the back, that at last my life had reached my idea of perfection. I had finally, after years of struggle and hard work, found the life I had always dreamed of, a beautiful home in the country, animals to love and care for and an occupation I enjoyed which allowed me to work at home and go surfing whenever the ocean provided the waves. This day would be the day that signified the completion and fruition of my lifelong quest to get it all together.

Then the world changed. Continue reading