Blog readers who have been with me for a while know “the Maine story.”
It’s helped shape my life attitude in many ways.
What I’ve recently discovered is that “Maine” moments have a secondary residual benefit, which I hadn’t originally anticipated.
Back in 1996, Chuck and I got in a car in DC at 10pm and drove all night to Atlanta to participate in the Olympic games (I went to watch a Judo match).
As part of our ritual, we sang that famous Olympic tune every time we entered a new state.
Well, the other night as Paco, Tonka, and I were watching the Olympics, I told them the story of driving all night to be there.
So, when I was 23, I did something that was “a bit crazy” and that has become the fodder for a bonding moment with my kids.
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