legendary encounter

I went for a run yesterday while the girls were with Kelly, our beloved math tutor. In a neighborhood far from my own, I sized up the options. Path A would lead me to sketchy territory in a hurry, while path B offered a radical change of scenery with views of estates and perfect lawns, fountains and swans and bronze sculptures of children chasing butterflies with nets. B it is. Plodding along, slack jawed at the sights, I spied Dallas Cowboy legend Roger Staubach wheeling out his garbage bin. First of all, don't you just love him for wheeling his own garbage? And he recycles! I smiled and kept going, but quickly turned around to say hello. This friendly gene often induces eye rolling from my kids. Just as I imagined, he was friendly and polite, even to a sweaty babbling stranger. Dad, how cool is that!?!

As a kid, I loved watching football. In hindsight, maybe I loved spending Sunday afternoons with the McCormick sisters, eating queso and taco salad drenched in catalina, light on the greens and heavy on the fritos.

Smiling, I made my way back to reality.

Note to Mike W. - Don't take me off your list!