"The first few years I got to know Dante, he liked running in southern Jersey, by the Manasquan Resevoir and beach areas. Dante had been first American to cross the finish line in the Trans-American race across America 1994. The race was run in stages of racing in sixty-four days...In the late spring and summer of 2001 Dante had me running nearly every weekend with him down in the Manasquan area, and through the sand dunes and the pine gardens of New Jersey..."
“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” ---Ralph Waldo Emerson There are many ways to shed light on seemingly impossible situations or what we would consider obstacles to our daily living. It is not always in our daily intake and output that is the measurement of a human being. It is the grind. Some people struggle with miniscule grinds; while others have bus loads to grind through. Some don’t make it. Few do. Making it, is not, not dying. It’s progressing through even when there appears no light at the end of the tunnel. That there may not even be a twinkle of a star in the nights ahead. And the human that faces that, knowing full well that they can’t change the ending to their earthly story. Yet, they consciously go through the process, has made it. They’ve lived. No matter their age, I believe that, to be one of Life’s truths. As this year has progressed, the pandemic actually blessed us. Yep. Many would not agree with that. But then, they weren’t us. They weren’t our