Phedippidations Lord Stephen of Boston

A quick "check-in" to update you on my right foot and plans to run again!

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere! And gie’s a hand o’ thine! And we’ll tak a right guid willy waught, For auld lang syne.

Here's a little pre-Xmas message for you to ponder as I hop around my house with my new "FrankenFoot". Also, I'll read some feedback messages left for me on the Apple Podcast page. Have a great Holiday (whatever you celebrate, or not).

In the spring of 1958, a friend of Hunter S Thompson asked for advice on how to live his life.  What follows is a letter that Thompson wrote him, during the very early moments of his writing career.

The universe, of which I am a part, is experiencing entropy. Change is coming, and I’m committed to eventually lacing up my shoes and running again. Because although I’ll one day become nothing more than an unstable collection of positronium atoms that will eventually poof out of existence…that day is not today, and I have time.

I’m long past the impulsive need for an invisible flying spaghetti monster in space called to answer my wishful mutterings  - the palindrome for that imaginary entity might just be something I do require:   I don’t need "God".   I need a Dog.