MEMORABLE MOMENTS THAT STICK

This was a most memorable moment from the early years.

One headline for life.

It covers all of the important stuff: My name is spelled right, it’s a Greco-Roman tournament, and it’s North Bend..

There’s only one thing missing:

It was a gold medal for first place, but it’s fine.

 

How often do we want something, get it, and it doesn’t measure up?

This isn’t one of those times.

Nobody knows what Greco-Roman is, or cares.

It’s a kid’s medal, which equates to ‘so what.’

Here’s the so what:

My coach was a national figure in the sport of wrestling.

His first state champ was a Greco guy.

I joined the team that included a guy who’d won second in the world in Greco over the summer. Hey Robin.

Winning a medal meant joining the club.

Even better, the weight class I won gold in had been dominated the previous two years by a teammate. Hey Brad.

To top it off, the best guy in the wrestling room came back to win the freestyle gold in some weight class. Hey Mark.

If I had been run over and killed hitch hiking back from Iowa after placing third in the nation on a disputed call, that headline would have flown at my funeral.

 

The Quiet Parts Of Memorable Moments 

This was the news from two years earlier.

Back then they did it right, naming names and titles.

Then we all grew up.

History is funny when we check our place in it.

One misleading headline is all I’ve got, and it’s enough.

I’ve never understood the big show guys, the show off, the look at me guy, which seems kind of odd coming from a blogger who enjoys seeing spikes in the visitor log.

I want readers on boomerpdx for one reason: it’s time better spent than whatever else you’re doing.

Memorable moments of reading stretches time.

There’s the time it takes to read, the time to figure it out, and the time to tell others what you’ve read.

Spreading good news is a joy others like taking part in.

That’s one of the reasons this blog is the way it is.

Instead of hype, hyperbole, and hysteria, it’s more like Slow TV.

An old friend said she and her husband followed the Rolling Stones every time they toured the U.S. and tried to make every show like they were Deadheads. Hey Barbra.

I said I listened to them in the car driving to the corner gas station for a beer.

She wasn’t impressed.

Make a list of memorable moments.

Most likely the events will change places the more you add.

So far my list includes one event. What’s your first?