One down three to go... bitches...

OK, so my KICK-ASS girl Aimee just kicked her first marathon... yesterday she was talking about 4:45... I knew she could do better. So just a scant 4:11 later, we crossed the finish line!!!

This is the first of the four for the year... as of now, San Francisco is next (July 26th ish... or so). I will be solo; I hope to do a sub-4 (maybe 3:45).

But right now I feel really good!!!!

Peace out...

D.

Good bye, my friend...

Gregory Lee Pratt

(May 20, 1943 - April 5, 2009)

"My Dad died this week"; a comment made by millions (billions) before me, in every language spoken, in every corner of the world, and since before time had a name. And yet, I still feel terribly helpless and alone saying it. I couldn't say it... I wouldn't say it.

So I will simply go with "Good bye, Pop" -- my standard parting shot, delivered each time we parted company.

In the midst of this all, I am also touched, and honored by the almost surreal amount of humanity that has come from friends, family, and total strangers. Oddly, it takes the worst of times to bring out best in people.

Here is the obit. Any and all good words are welcome and appreciated -- but anyone wanting to help others can send a little something to the the Arthritis Foundation in his name, by clicking right here.

My dad... my friend -- it's been a great ride, but it's time to go.