EVEN FOR A MINUTE
This time last year I was finishing up a book tour with Steve Young to promote his autobiography, which, by the way, just came out in paperback.
NOTHING STAYS THE SAME
I just put my wife and youngest daughter on a train to Virginia. I hate goodbye. Especially at the end of summer.
Now I’m in a coffee shop with my oldest daughter, sipping a protein shake, listening to The Head and the Heart. Cause no one likes to be so lonely. No one likes to feel alone.
CHARLOTTESVILLE
One year ago I was living in Virginia, about an hour from Charlottesville. I often boarded Amtrak there when I traveled north to New York or Connecticut on business. And on more than one occasion I walked through the very intersection where a bunch of people were mowed down on Saturday when a 20-year-old white supremict from Ohio purposely sped his car into a crowd of people who had gathered to protest the presence of white nationalists and neo-Nazis.
THIRTY YEARS LATER
My summer has been CONSUMED writing the Tiger Woods biography. But last weekend I took a much-needed break to go see U2’s Joshua Tree tour. It’s strange to write that sentence, given that I went to see the Joshua Tree tour thirty years ago. But U2 is doing a 2017 version of the tour to commemorate the epic record. This post is about looking back and going forward.
A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
This post is about David Crosby’s concert for a friend.
I know a CEO who wears cowboy boots and blue jeans and keeps a folded wad of crisp Ben Franklins in his pants pocket. His name is Glade Knight and he lives on a ranch outside Richmond. Twenty-five years ago he rescued a private girls school that had gone under and turned it into a liberal arts college called Southern Virginia University. I started teaching there 10 years ago. And even though I now reside in Connecticut, I run the university’s Institute for Writing and Mass Media, a non-profit that I founded to help students prepare for careers in media. You can check out what we do in this new video.
