So I read today that a wonderful thing happened at a St. Petersburg, Florida Starbucks, where 457 consecutive customers paid for the drink order of the person behind them, thus creating a 10-hour “pay it forward” chain of good will and caffeine-filled creamy caramel macchiato happiness. It’s a sappy, syrupy (literally), feel-good story if one ever existed. Good for them. That sort of thing has never happened to me, but were I to find myself in the middle of such a sudden outbreak of outrageous open-handedness, I would gladly accept the offer of generosity from stranger-in-front-of-me. I mean, what kind of person turns down such a grand gesture? The real question is, though, would I be willing to keep the ball rolling? Would I dutifully fall in line to preserve the chain unbroken?
Southern people are enthralled by snow. Fascinated. And, frankly, terrified. Even though we have daily encounters with water in various benign states (hot water in our showers, solid water in our glasses, muddy water in our abundant streams and rivers), when fluffy frozen water begins falling from the sky, the reaction can be likened to the hysteria that would result from an alien invasion.
The Coosa River Challenge is a triathlon-style adventure race held annually for the past 13 years in Wetumpka, Alabama. It involves trail running, mountain biking and canoeing, and includes several additional miscellaneous physical challenges along the way. I participated in the 2013 Coosa River Challenge this past weekend (we’ll call it the “CRC” from here on out), and I think the blog is a good place to memorialize my experience while it is still fresh in my mind.
It occurred to me a while back that I should begin writing down my “rules for living” – a list of personal preferences, suggestions, and observations that has been rattling around in my brain for several years. These are no one’s rules but mine, so please feel free to disagree, but I thought it would be a blog-worthy endeavor to memorialize them and share them in a post. Although I’m sure I could think of more, I decided to stop at 50. Any resemblance to Ron Swanson’s perfectly calibrated Pyramid of Greatness is completely intentional. I would love to hear what you might add to the list, or take away. Here you go:
I’ve never enjoyed inspirational movies or clichéd motivational quotes, so it’s no surprise that I’m not fond of sentimental, sappy New Year’s thoughts and reflections. They just seem so contrived. So, I thought it would be fun to end the year with some poorly-written New Year’s reflections. If you can make sense of the metaphors, then you’re one step ahead of me.
The United States is a nation born out of revolution. In the face of tyrannical British rule, the thirteen colonies combined to form the first version of the United States of America, and in so doing declared independence from British authority. As was to be expected, Great Britain resisted, and the armed conflict known as the American Revolutionary War ensued. Tens of thousands of American militiamen and British soldiers died as a result, most as a result of starvation and disease, but many as a direct result of battle. From the very beginning, guns helped to ensure that the revolution took hold and stood firm, and helped to shape the kind of nation that future generations would inherit. The American gun culture was born.