This pic was taken way back in 1986 or '87, I think.
I was pretty good at anchoring this 8, but had a short-lived career because I had already blown out my knee in high school.
I then focused on getting my engineering degree and moving on. We even got to compete on the Schuylkill River in Philly.
A lot of fun while it lasted.
If you prefer to buy through Amazon, my little self published book is available there now via this link: https://www.amazon.com/Winning-Battle-Mental-Illness-compassionate/dp/154398780X/
You can search under Daniel A. Popovich or the title of the book as well on Amazon or Bookbaby.com.
It was very educational and therapeutic, writing and self-publishing even such a small book. Not to mention fun.
I got a chance to take a look at some pictures of our old tomato garden today. (Yes, those three pictured are actually tomatoes. They are German or Sausage tomatoes that we are only able to find at one tiny Amish farmer's greenhouse about 45 minutes from our former home.)
Anyway, it took a real effort to get the soil ready, and these were planted back at the end of May, and by July, the harvest was on its way.
After that, we'd be enjoying some homegrown tomato salads (We liked to cut them up with salt, pepper, fresh garlic, olive oil, and a touch of vinegar.) If that's not healthy, then I don't know what is.
Not just the food, but the whole "process" and "mechanism" (terms that I don't like to use for something as beautiful to us as this)
We were blessed, but alas, I am an apartment dweller now.
Great food and great memories.
Sitting here with fam'ly round
We watch the game and cheer the sound
Relaxing joy to chat and see
Th' purpose of eternity
What? Baseball? Existential bliss?
That's true when our teams winning
Makes us forget that work awaits
Our price for lives of sinning
But oh today. Yes oh right now.
We're up by seven runs
There's only one more inning to go
This certainly is fun.
I know we're remiss
For not being serious
How dare we watch a game
When all the world is goin' to pot
Believe me we have not forgot
That so many are those that just have not
But for this break we've sincerely fought
That all may share with all the lot
Don't grind
Don't plow
Don't pound to dust
En-joy-ment is an essential must
Everything in its time
T'every thing there's a season
Right now our team is winning one
A simple, childlike reason
For resting "little grey cells"
And smiling that we may
Rest because God told us to
Remember it is Sunday.
