The Resurrection of Cactus Man
In the beginning, Cactus Man was mine. Now he belongs to everyone…or at least, to the very unlucky.
In the beginning, Cactus Man was mine. Now he belongs to everyone…or at least, to the very unlucky.
Last spring I posted about Hal’s and my harebrained “Let’s get in shape real fast” scheme, buttressed by a 60-day DVD workout plan called “Insanity.” And insane it was: six days a week, for forty to sixty minutes a day last April and May, we slid a disc into the computer and bounced, heaved, and…
Although a lot of folks I know seemed (and seem) to know exactly what they’re doing as they navigate their way through the immediate post-collegiate years, I certainly did not. For me, the early twenties were rather painful and uncertain years, fraught with my own insecurities and confusion about how to plot a course through…