Author Archives: Al

[First Draft] The other adventure ride during my early teen summers took me to the Indian Hill Swim Club, 5 and a half miles away. Monday thru Friday, our mother would drive my sister and I there in the mornings, … Continue reading →

[First Draft] My twelfth summer, I rode the Raleigh to Sharon Woods. Just up the road from where my father worked, our family had visited frequently during the languid southern Ohio summers. Nearly eight miles from our home, the route … Continue reading →

[First Draft] “Just keep pedaling and hold on to the handlebars!” My father ran behind me, hand grasping the seat post of the tiny two-wheeler he’d bought at Sears for my 4th birthday. We were heading downhill, along the sidewalk … Continue reading →

            My first girlfriend had dark, curly hair, barely reaching her shoulders. Five years old, she sported black Shirley Temple-esque wavy ringlets. In my memories, she wears a white button-up shirt with rounded collar, and a plaid … Continue reading →

[First Draft] During this odyssey I must have learned something. But I never took the time to discover the lessons. I accepted that girls were part of life, and would occasionally fall into mine. I had a vague yearning for … Continue reading →

[First Draft, 8th section] During the last two years of medical school, my schedule mimicked that of an intern – days filled with following residents on their rounds in the hospital, and frequent nights on call, the first line of … Continue reading →