The Wave

When I lived in Alaska, I learned quickly that one of the go-to rules of driving was the wave to the sign holder as you followed the pilot car past them into the construction zone–particularly if you were the first or second car. Nothing more than a raised hand was needed, but after sitting for 15 minutes just feet away from that individual, it […]

Whoever Plays the Germans

The final whistle blew and I found myself trying to parse complex feelings. I’ve gone on record saying I always root for whoever’s currently playing the Germans. And I hold to that—excepting of course when they’re playing Portugal, or need to beat someone in order to oust Portugal (as a “neutral,” I can be fickle). But I always enjoy watching […]