I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was a kid.

Missed posting last night. Didn't get home until a little after 8:00, and by the time I'd had dinner it was crash time.

Cleaning up the inbox this evening I came across things sent to me, like:
A Cute Commercial

Or this fishing (?) video. It gets esp. crazy at the end.

(I've never embedded a video before. I feel so techie.)

On my bike ride yesterday while heading up Lake Pleasant Parkway I saw a Sheriff's car, lights flashing, in the bicycle lane ahead of me. It's a 50 mph, four lane road with a wide median so I had plenty of room to swing around him. As I did I could see the dangerous criminal he'd pulled over - an old man in one of those 3-wheel electric scooters. This is a stretch of road with no homes, businesses or anything else to explain his presence so I assumed he was just out for a ride. Is it illegal to ride a Hover-'Round in the bike lane?
An hour later I was on my return leg and there he was again, this time headed southbound. But this time he had a huge utility rack strapped to the back of his scooter. He'd apparently been up to Home Depot, a round trip of at least 8 miles.
Gotta admire his courage!

I wish there was a way to get in somebody else's body for just a few minutes.

• I'd like to experience the feeling that Kobe gets pulling off a soaring fast break dunk.
• I'd like to feel the speed Usain Bolt experiences flying down the track in the 100m.
• I want to feel the power of expression Placido Domingo has when he sings Nessun Dorma,
• or Yo Yo Ma gets playing a Vivaldi cello concerto.

So, God, if it fits with your design for heaven I think it would be cool to offer fantasy experiences. Each of us could sign up for the things we wish we could have done here.
(What would you want to experience?)

John Wooden died today at 99. You'd look a long time to find anyone with as much class, grace and wisdom as Coach had. Over the next few days you'll hear from a lot of big names in the world of sport and journalism and they'll all be giving him some pretty high praise. There's a reason for that.
Go ahead and try to find anyone who ever said anything negative about him.
He has the best record of any college coach by such a wide margin that nobody is even remotely close. He had four 30-0 seasons at UCLA, including two consecutively. His teams won 10 NCAA championships; the next closest coach has four.

He married Nellie in 1932 and was devoted to her even after her death from cancer in 1985. For decades, as long as his health permitted, he visited her grave every month on the 21st, the day of her death. He then wrote her a letter, put it in an envelope and set it on her pillow.

"I have always tried to make it clear that basketball is not the ultimate. It is of small importance in comparison to the total life we live. There is only one kind of life that truly wins, and that is the one that places faith in the hands of the Savior."
- John Wooden