After 13 years, Kevin left the Inquirer Building (right) and Philly.com for a new job at menshealth.com. He’s excited to try something fresh and different. The new job is based in Emmaus, Pa., near Allentown – a very different setting from downtown Philadelphia.
The people at menshealth have been very, very positive and supportive and Kevin is very enthusiastic. He starts Dec. 3.
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Kelly, Virginia and I attended the annual Hayride at TPUUF. It was a nice night, calm, if a little cool. We were picking straw out of our pants for days after finishing up. After the Hayride, we had a bonfire, ate some smores and generally had a good time. Unfortunately, we never got an ice cream cone, from the store at Merrymead Farms.
Kelly, Virginia and I attended the annual Hayride at TPUUF. It was a nice night, calm, if a little cool. We were picking straw out of our pants for days after finishing up. After the Hayride, we had a bonfire, ate some smores and generally had a good time. Unfortunately, we never got an ice cream cone, from the store at Merrymead Farms.
I hear and smell winter. It’s on its way,and I’m loving it. My birthday is coming in February. Christmas joy is an icy breath away. The church pageant is on December 15, 2007, it’s the peanuts this year. Sledding is also pretty close, I’m already waiting for the first snow of the year. It better be close, I’m tired of waiting. Our kitty’s recently had their first year with us. Yahoo! I plan on playing basketball again and dad’s yet again coaching with Mr. A. Have a great winter.
I hear and smell winter. It’s on its way,and I’m loving it. My birthday is coming in February. Christmas joy is an icy breath away. The church pageant is on December 15, 2007, it’s the peanuts this year. Sledding is also pretty close, I’m already waiting for the first snow of the year. It better be close, I’m tired of waiting. Our kitty’s recently had their first year with us. Yahoo! I plan on playing basketball again and dad’s yet again coaching with Mr. A. Have a great winter.
Kelly has the lead role in our church production of A Charlie Brown Peace Pageant. Virginia smells an Oscar-winning turn … I smell a lot of hand-holding on Dec. 16.
I hear and smell winter. It’s on its way,and I’m loving it. My birthday is coming in February. Christmas joy is an icy breath away. The church pageant is on December 15, 2007, it’s the peanuts this year. Sledding is also pretty close, I’m already waiting for the first snow of the year. It better be close, I’m tired of waiting. Our kitty’s recently had their first year with us. Yahoo! I plan on playing basketball again and dad’s yet again coaching with Mr. A. Have a great winter.
I hear and smell winter. It’s on its way,and I’m loving it. My birthday is coming in February. Christmas joy is an icy breath away. The church pageant is on December 15, 2007, it’s the peanuts this year. Sledding is also pretty close, I’m already waiting for the first snow of the year. It better be close, I’m tired of waiting. Our kitty’s recently had their first year with us. Yahoo! I plan on playing basketball again and dad’s yet again coaching with Mr. A. Have a great winter.
Kelly’s rec soccer team was a funny critter. They didn’t have anybody who appeared much interested in scoring a goal most of the season, except for the coach’s 8-year-old, who was a frequent call-up. But they played pretty good defense and the others teams were no great shakes … and the team surged late in the season. All of a sudden the team that couldn’t score was the second-best team in the league (ok, there were just four teams).
Anyway, that held through a single day of playoffs. First, Kelly’s team won 2-0 in the playoff semifinal. Kelly played a strong goalie, then scored in the second half of the game – truth be told, the 8-year-old did all the hard work and then made a great crossing pass to Kelly, who banged it home. Afterward, Kelly picked up the 8-y-o, who is tiny. It was a memorable moment. Why did we let Peter have the camera at that point?!?! Anyway, the Revolution reached the final and … well, this wasn’t Hoosiers. Let’s just say it was a great season. If I can find everybody’s name, I’ll list the roster.
We’re tired, and feeling it to our bones, but glad, too, that we were in NJ Sunday and Monday for the wake and funeral for Agnes Curth, my dad’s third-oldest sister, and the second to pass away in the past two years.
It’s a sad fact of life that you never see as many people as you do at a funeral, and that was proved true again. Cousins who I haven’t seen for years – yup, they’re there. And my god, their kids have sprouted from near-infant to certifiable Little Kid, a veritable army of 4-, 5- and 6-year-olds – every one of them bored out of their minds by the pace and meaning of a funeral. Good God, someone give them a Nintendo DS! But for the adults, the chance to see and talk with so many people – we need to find a more pleasant vehicle for accomplishing that. And so, my cousin David suggested holding a springtime picnic/afternoon at Monmouth Park, the home of this year’s Breeders Cup races in October. We’d bring some food, let the kids run crazy, place a wager or twenty and see how the whole things susses out. It sounds like a great plan to me. Until then, my heart goes out to my Uncle Al, his kids, Aggie’s brother and surviving sisters, and everyone else affected by her death. It was touching to see how many lives she had touched.
I spoke to my mother about an hour ago. My Aunt Aggie, who I spent a lot of time with growing up in NJ, had a heart attack Wednesday sometime and her condition is very grave. She might not make it through to Friday morning, the doctors say.
And I’m sitting her listening to iTunes when The Band comes on singing “The Weight” …. “ I pulled into Nazareth feeling ‘bout half-past dead …”
And I’m feeling pretty tired, yes, but thinking about times long past – days and nights spent at 24 Fir Place. The Curths had four kids, and for some reason, that always seemed like a lot more than our three. I spent a lot of time with my cousin Bobby, whom I was very close to, playing baseball at Union Ave. Elementary School, playing football in the backyard, playing basketball in the small rec room at the back of the house, shooting at the Nerf hoop … and mealtimes, it was sandwiches at lunch, some milk and a PB&J; milk and hot dogs at dinner. and a snack around the dinner table before we called it a night – and I would feel the pull of home tugging at me and claim a stomach-ache. How many times did I make my dad run over and take me home at 11 p.m.?
Aggie was always very, very kind to me. I was the son of her only brother, and that counted for something very special. It’s funny how easily you can gloss over how evident it was that she liked having me there, and how generous she was in hosting me.
And that’s what I’m thinking about tonight. Those times long ago – good times. And what they meant to me, as my Aunt Aggie leaves us behind. Peace to her, peace to her loved ones, including my Dad. Peace.
“… and you put the load/put the load/put the load … right on me”
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