The West Brookfield Classic

Like all great ideas, The Classic was conceived on a cold winter’s night when summer seemed a thousand … a million years away. It was at the McKeon’s house. Someone (Greg Schipa? John McKeon?) said “Wouldn’t it be incredible if next summer we could get in good enough shape to run all the way around... Continue Reading →

Look at Lloyd!

[I've said it before ... you and I are not as cool as Lloyd! Top of the Golden Gate ... desn't get a lot cooler than this. What I love about this is Lloyd's unabashed boyish enthusiasm for the experience. SM] Forwarded this email? Subscribe here for moreAt this point, Top o’ the Bridge, Ma…A San Francisco... Continue Reading →

Guinness is Good for You

["Guinness is Good for You" was the company's slogan when I lived there in 1972. On billboards this slogan was superimposed over an image of an attractive, professional woman with the telltale Guinness 'stache.' Personally, I found it quite the turn-on. Never met that girl in the pubs, however. SB SM] Shipwreck Divers Discovered a... Continue Reading →

Jon-core!

[A flurry of excitement rippled through The Jungle this week as news of a rogue Silverback spread. Was he here to raid our harems and steal our bananas? Nah! It was just Silverback Jon returning from his new home in Driggs, Idaho to exchange chest thumps with his old pals. SB SM] Photo by Thomas... Continue Reading →

Kiva.org

[I've told you before ... If I ever offer investment advice, run the other way! This stops short of that. Kiva.org is an irresistible portfoloio of appealing, deserving people who can greatly benefit from a little spare change that you have lying around. I find it entertaining, and inspirational to read about the individuals and... Continue Reading →

Living in a Hole

[As Gorillas, we live idyllic lives. Come the end of the day we just create a nest of nearby branches and flop down, surrounded by other members of the troop No blankets, no fires, no security systems, no screens ... this is life in The Jungle. Contrast this with the typical Icelander at the turn... Continue Reading →

The MidWatch

[The summer of 1967. I was, against every fiber of will in my19 year old body, enrolled in the Naval Reserve Officer Training Candidate program at Yale University. I was fulfilling my obligation for 6 weeks active duty, serving onboard a destroyer escort--can't remember the name of it, godammit-- in the Caribbean on an August... Continue Reading →

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