In the summer of 1985 I was 19-years-old and about to embark on a two-year mission for the Mormon Church when I heard on the radio that there was going to be a concert called Live-Aid to raise money for famine-ravaged Africa. More than 50 performers from Mick Jagger to Paul McCartney to Bob Dylan to Madonna and U2 and The Who were set to perform in Philadelphia and London. Even Led Zeppelin had agreed to reunite for the event.
Last week the Tiger Woods biography was named a finalist for Sports Book of the Year in the United Kingdom. The winner will be announced at the end of November in London. I am headed there for the announcement.
A few days ago, I received an email from an editor at the New York Times, who asked if I’d be interested in writing an essay about Tiger Woods and his inspiring comeback. On the eve of the Brett Kavanaugh confirmation hearing, I said yes. The next day, while watching Christine Blasey Ford and Brett Kavanaugh testify from my office, I wrote.
Last week LeBron James returned to Ohio for the grand opening of a public school for at-risk children in his hometown of Akron. Two-hundred and forty children who are under-performing in math and reading comprise the inaugural class in the I Promise School. The LeBron James Family Foundation and its partners have already donated $2 million to the school, most of which went to renovation costs. But $500,000 was earmarked to hire teachers and fund after-school programs.
I was zipping down the Merritt Parkway, nighttime summer air blowing through the windows, the radio tuned to an 80s station. My 12-year-old daughter cranked up Kim Carnes. All the boys think she’s a spy. She’s got Bette Davis eyes.
