Yesterday, in the sultry middle of the afternoon, I visited the gym to film a series of kettlebell techniques including the swing, the squat, and the press. It was hot weather, and the only kettlebells I had available were of an ancient vintage, but I made the […]

                At the bottom of my street, next to my neighbor Frank’s house, there’s a small clearing where the teenager’s loiter and throw away all the kinds of stuff they don’t want anymore. In this dump there’s a stupendous assortment of broken bottles and Big Gulps, of soda […]

            How to Tell a Good Coach From a Bad One:   1. A good coach will always supply you with a reason why; he will be able to give you–at any time–a sound explanation for why you’re doing what you’re doing. A bad coach says “because I said so.” […]

Not too long ago, though I don’t remember exactly when, I took Lola to the Brandywine River for a bath, where I placed her large, cylindrical body into the rolling waters and watched it drift downstream like a barrel. Back then she was not as objectionable as she is now, and only a half-portion as […]

                  Yesterday, concerned about all the horrible things I heard on the news about radioactive substances and people falling off cliffs in India, I went into the gym to do some swings and to clear my head.   I had a long talk with my grandmother, too, […]