Once again, it’s that time of year … time to sit back and reflect on all that I am thankful for.
- I continue to rediscover my love for the bicycle, even though my lungs continue to rebel … and I’m looking forward to my annual “training camp” in Arizona.
- I still have a good job, which I still generally find satisfying, even with the ups and downs inherent in any work situation.
- Another Utah Cyclocross Series is almost in the books; only 2 races left this year, and even though it can be tough to give up my weekend days to work, it’s always good to see people enjoying themselves and knowing that I help make it possible.
- Another season on the slopes at Solitude begins shortly. Perhaps even this weekend … it’s got to be better than it was last year.
- And yet again, last but certainly not least, I have many good friends, both old and new, who all seem to genuinely care in one way or another.
Thank you Mom & Ralph, Ben & Doris, Geraly & D.J., Art, Richard (atmo), Alex & Cathy, Matt & Melissa, the crew at Revolution and Beehive, Jon A. for the wild honey, Marek & Nicole, Burke & Tiff & the town of Beaver for allowing me to be a part of the Crusher in the Tushar (next year I’ll finish, and in 2015 no walking!), Marit & Candace & Nikol for keeping me on my lexicographical game, Steve & Amy, Ali & Richard, Brian, Singlephile, Breezy, Dave H. for always encouraging me to do the work and making me show up to the House of Watts, and pretty much everyone else with whom I’ve spent quality time over the past months and years.
Most of all, thank you Chris “Pepe” Sherwin for the memories and stories, for always showing grace and good humor in the face of adversity, and for always, always greeting me with a booming voice and a smile on your face. I will be eternally grateful for the opportunity to call you friend.
One day is there of the series
Termed “Thanksgiving Day”
Celebrated part at table
Part in memory –
Neither Ancestor nor Urchin
I review the Play –
Seems it to my Hooded thinking
Had There been no sharp subtraction
From the early Sum –
Not an acre or a Caption
Where was once a Room
Not a mention whose small Pebble
Wrinkled any Sea,
Unto such, were such Assembly,
‘Twere “Thanksgiving day” –
—— Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886), American Poet.