Richard Geib

Last weekend I went to a tailgating party and then watched a football game.

I am not a “foodie.”

Dear Jim, Yesterday during one of our summer visits, I performed for you the initial Tai Chi form.

I had an intense tennis match yesterday.

I am in the final stages of my teaching career.

I have an acquaintance at my gym who I see reading “Nicholas Nickleby” by Charles Dickens while he rides the exercise bike.

Even when I was a little kid I was attracted to the martial arts.

I started swimming back around 2012 when I suffered a serious tennis injury.

A buddy of mine recently told me that a friend of his – a bit older than us, maybe in mid- to late 60s – claimed that the only real priority he has left is “to take care of his health and his friendships.”

A hop skip and a jump and I will turn 60-years old.

It must have been sometime during the summer of 2017.

My wife and I have been saving since literally almost her birth to pay for our daughter’s college tuition.

I recently read that weight lifting in the gym is the hot new trend, and along with that the American consumer’s desire to eat more protein: this is health nowadays, or so the trend says.

I enjoyed watching the Japanese baseball players Yoshinobu Yamamoto and Shohei Ohtani on the Los Angeles Dodgers baseball team last month.

My daughters are on the verge of adult life.

It has come to this: — The elected Mayor of New York City, Zohran Mamdani, a Democratic Socialist of America (DSA) member who has not had any serious managerial experience in anything previously and recently rode a wave of populist enthusiasm into office.

My webpage is 29 years old and counting.

Dear Grandfather, I write this letter to you approximately 36 years after your death.

Today is the anniversary of my mother’s death.

Yesterday I was at home after work and found myself on the verge of finishing Charlie Sheen’s recent autobiography.

It is my quiet place.

Struggle is the way.

Dear Elizabeth, I write you this letter upon the request of your Science Academy teacher.

There are musicians, and then there are musicians.

I have always thought – and said out loud – that I did not really think someone like baseball player Shohei Ohtani or tennis superstar Carlos Alcaraz were really all that big a deal.

I always thought he was sort of god-like.

“No, I’m not getting in the car with you.

This is the pile of laundry I leave after a hard session of competitive tennis.

Almost 38 years ago I first read and enjoyed Ernest Hemingway’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls.”

As a musical instrument the flute or the clarinet can be used in conjunction with other instruments to create harmony or counterpoint.

The Mimi’s Restaurant at 3375 E Main St.

A Concerned Father’s Bequest: Confidence and Competency Yesterday I read the unhappy news of a murder in the 12600 block of Riverside Drive in Los Angeles, California, some 47 miles away from where I live.