If you’ve read my story about being born severely bowlegged with little chance of walking properly, then perhaps you’ll understand why mom and grandma kept me away from sports.
But somehow, pop warner football slipped through the cracks and I found myself playing tackle football for the first time in my life. I was 12 and boy was I thrilled!
If you’ve been reading my newsletter, you know we’re going to be on the next season of “House Hunters,” a show that has been running on HGTV for over a decade.
The show is detailing our transition from a smaller home into one that will hold our rapidly growing family — wife, 2 daughters, 1 son, myself… and maybe even another future son, if things work out as planned! :-).
So needless to say, space, in the search for our next home, was a pretty big deal to us!
As many of you know, we’re moving into our next home. With 3 kids now, we’ve outgrown our current place.
So with that comes packing and reorganizing stuff. And since my wife has adopted this “decluttering” philosophy, it means methodically going through EVERYTHING to see what deserves to be kept, donating and trashing everything else… not just throwing stuff in boxes and figuring it out later (as I probably would have done).
In all that, I came across my old high school yearbook. I flipped to this one page and there I was, “Mr. Jackrabbit!”
Ferociously paddling my arms and legs like I had observed the other children doing, I tried to get back above water but nothing happened. I just sank deeper and deeper.
As I looked up, all I could see was dozens of legs kicking… and… blue water.
Water gushed through my nose and mouth; my ears now flooded. I paddled incessantly for dear life. Surely someone could see me.
If you’ve been with me long enough, you’ve seen me grow from a skinny, goofy teenager (when I first started this site at 17) to a muscular, handsome heartthrob. (Ok, the “muscular” and “heartthrob” part are a little far-fetched but at least give me the “handsome!”)
More importantly, from a dependent kid without a responsibility in the world to a married man and father of 3.
So in this post, I thought I’d take a break from music and share some family pics. They are long overdue…
Ever wondered how HearandPlay.com got started? How I got the idea to teach “playing by ear” over the internet? Well, here’s the beginning of the story…