The late and great Jimmy Valvano famously said, "If you laugh, you think,
and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven
days a week, you're going to have something special..."
I'm up in Virginia this weekend, riding around the old haunts and
visiting old and dear friends. In a way, it's been an emotional
The first of Jimmy V's Big Three came in the form of tears when I
visited my parents. It was a gorgeous morning with
a brisk breeze. As best as I could tell, I was the only living person
on the grounds. I took a knee in front of their marker and offered them
my thanks. And I offered them my apologies.
I've known my friend Dan since third grade and lunch with him provided
the final two components. We sat near the shore of the James River
and swapped memories of goofy kidhood. We shared knowledge
of classmates that have done well and others that have fallen
on hard times. We talked a lot about perspective.
Dinner found me at a famous hot dog joint for a rendezvous
with an old radio buddy from the mid 70's. Steve and I kept
our lips flappin' for almost three hours. I knew we had matured
since the old days when we discussed taking the high road in life.
Any chat about "high" back then meant something else.
We closed the place down and stood in the parking lot
takin' selfies and convulsing with laughter. Laughter to the
point of tears.
It was a heck of a day...