It’s rude to count people as you pass them. Out loud.
– Adidas advertisement
In a little more than a week I will be charging down Atlanta’s most famous street trying to beat almost 60,000 others to the finish line of the July 4 Peachtree Road Race.
This was the year I had really hoped to shine, too, because I will be among the youngest runners in the 60-plus category.
For that reason, I’ve been training for months, although my timed performances have been less than modest.
My doctor attributed this diminished success to “too many calendars.” But there is a bright side. My disappointment will be good news for someone because the slower I run, the more time the 250,000 who line Peachtree Street to watch can read the T-shirt I’m wearing.
That’s where you come in.
If your group would like a little publicity in front of so many eyeballs, make your case to me in an e-mail. Let me know why I should become a sprinting billboard by wearing your T-shirt. Send those thoughts to firstname.lastname@example.org.
In the past, I have worn shirts or hats for the Augusta Alzheimer’s Association, Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, Shepeard Community Blood Center, Boys & Girls Clubs, Make-A-Wish Foundation, CSRA Greyhound Adoptions, First Tee, SafeHomes of Augusta and our Army troops at Fort Gordon.
No political groups this election year, please. Your candidate will have to run on his own.
OLD FRIEND’S PASSING: It is with profound sadness that we say good-bye to Lloyd Creech, a faithful reader and friend.
Lloyd died unexpectedly Monday; his funeral is today.
I cannot tell you the number of times we have stood at a corner in Lake Olmstead Stadium right beside the first-base steps and talked about both baseball and the history of Augusta.
Lloyd had a special love for the sport and for the community and was always a delight to visit.
He was also a valuable source, frequently sending me historic story tips and photos and sharing items from his vast baseball collections.
Only last month he and wife Lynn shared many post cards from their most recent vacation, which I will treasure as I do the time I spent with Lloyd.
TODAY’S JOKE: Here’s one from Bill Wood, of Hephzibah.
There was a knock on the door this past Saturday morning. I opened it to find a young, well-dressed man standing there who said: “Hello, sir, I’m from the local church.
So I said, “Come in and sit down.”
I offered him a fresh cup of coffee and asked “What do you want to talk about?”
He said, “Beats the heck out of me; nobody ever let me in before.”