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  Summer in America has always meant touring artists crisscrossing the country to put on great shows. This summer those concert tours are another one of the annual rituals lost to us. Like missing sports, missing concerts is not life or death. But in their absence it seemed like a good time to…

A splash of orange and black and a cheerful, flute-like song repeated over and over from a treetop would be good indicators that a Baltimore oriole is nesting nearby. Mature male Baltimore orioles, the singers, are certainly a sight to behold.

I reached out to my social media network in a totally non-scientific way to ask about the lessons learned for each of us in our unique situations. It turns out good, some not-so-good and some downright funny has come from this landmark time in history.

This week was going to be fantastic until life got in the way of my plans. Three of my favorite events for the entire spring had somehow grouped themselves into the last seven days of May. And then they all vaporized.

I’m no Odysseus and I wandered for 10 months, not 10 years, but it was hard not to feel like the hero of my own epic journey when I turned the key to my front door last week.

This Memorial Day weekend was unlike any other for most Americans due to the impacts of the COVID-19 lockdown on our nation.

This year countless memorial services have been cancelled due to COVID-19 but that does not diminish the importance of the day and need to reflect on and remember those that are no longer with us in body.

It was my good fortune that after our move back to Happy Valley in 2005 and a while of running by myself, our next-door neighbor, John Graham, approached me about going out and running together. And so it began. A three-times-a-week routine that went on for months, then years, then a decade.