Josh_Kornbluth I am venturing out on a new path.– No, that doesn’t quite sound right. I am taking the road not taken.– That’s worse. Well, here’s the thing: for the first time, I’m doing regular cycling training on my own, rather than within the warm, protective embrace of my Team In Training teammates. Alone time is … Read more
In the summer of 1979, just after my junior year in college, my father, Paul, saw me off from a train platform at Grand Central Station. He was 55, and had just lost his job as a schoolteacher in Connecticut. I’d been home for a week, and he’d asked me to stay longer, but I … Read more
I need to design a 200-miles-in-two-days course for myself this fall. It’s a make-up for a ride that I didn’t get to do this summer. I’m calling it, at Sara’s suggestion, the Josh Kornbluth Invitational — but I have no idea whether anyone else will participate! I mentioned this in an e-blast, and I got … Read more
Fifty-seven-year-old me: Wait it out. Keep on doing what you do. You will find love, and love will find you. Seven-year-old me: It seems like forever. Are you sure? Fifty-seven-year-old me: I’m sure.
My dear, sweet stepfather suffers from Alzheimer’s and — more recently — was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. We were watching TV, and I turned to a channel playing an old movie. On the screen a blond actress was cracking wise. I said, “Maybe that’s Carole Lombard.” He shook his head: “Jean Harlow,” he corrected … Read more