June 13, 2026
The Rain Gauge
I've been watching two radars all week. One for Pocono. One for here.
I've been watching two radars all week. One for Pocono. One for here.
We didn't plan it. That's the thing about living five minutes from a place — you stop planning and start just going.
The Meg called me from Nashville on Tuesday. She was at a butcher shop. She wanted me to know about it.
Pulled the shirt out this morning. Dad's from '88. It doesn't quite fit anymore. I wear it anyway. It's the wearing that matters.
Race is at Charlotte this weekend. Coca-Cola 600. The long one. We're not going. The property's getting set up for the long one instead.
The race is at Watkins Glen this weekend and we're not going. We talked about it for two weeks, looked at the dog, and that was pretty much the conversation.
Ten years ago we drove up to the Glen in this truck. It was nine hours. The smoker was in the bed because Caleb insisted. We slept in the cab Friday night because the campground was full.