Let me introduce you to my swim team. There are three of us. Each with our own backstory, and our own reasons for being in the pool again. You know me: former State High School Champion (1982), former National Champion (1985), former Olympic Trials Qualifier (1986). The next 30 years were largely devoted to another kind of…
Anatomy of a Plane Ticket
What follows offers a troublesome glimpse into my reckless sense of abandon. Buckle up because this is going to be a very bumpy ride. In early summer, with no foreseeable trip in the works or in the books — a situation that wreaks havoc on my nomadic heart — I took a fairly small sum of money out of my…
It’s the Sprinting, Stupid
Usually I need a minute or two to process things in order to reach a conclusion. If the stakes are high, sometimes I need longer. But in the following case, it took 30 years. After retiring from a decorated swimming career in 1986 — a career that began when I was six years old on the Gulf Coast of Florida and ended with a…
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