On Tuesday, October 7, I was in Boston for the memorial of 31-year-old Dr. Allan Moore, who tragically died from an accident when he and his wife, Rebekah, were riding a motor scooter that collided with an SUV.
Allan was an endocrinologist at Massachusetts General Hospital, the location where the memorial took place. The tributes by his colleagues and family were beautiful and touching.
I have known his wife, Rebekah, since she was 12 years old when I was her Sunday School teacher when I was a student at the University of Colorado in Boulder, where Kelly and I were newlyweds attending college. Her mom, Elizabeth, had just gone through a bout with breast cancer. She seemed to like me and the positive influence I had on her daughter, and later hired me as the manager for their home, which was the official university president's residence at CU. I worked there for a few years. Gordon left CU after about four years to become the president of The Ohio State University. Elizabeth's cancer returned and she passed away when Rebekah was 16. Now Rebekah's husband has passed away and she is now 32. Here we are (below) at dinner in Boston at an Italian restaurant called Tuscano on what would have been their second wedding anniversary.
Gordon left OSU, then went on to Brown University, then Vanderbilt University, and returned to Ohio State in Columbus last year, where he feels more at home. Allan was a huge fan of the Buckeyes at Ohio State, and would sometimes send letters to the football coach making suggestions on upcoming games, and ask the coach to please not tell his father-in-law. He was quite a charming, likable character. As a tribute to Allan and Rebekah, this year's football team is wearing the initials of AR (for Allan and Rebekah) on the back of their helmets. Here's my former boss, Gordon Gee.
Here's the view of my window from the airplane arriving into Boston on Monday afternoon.
Logan International Airport is right on the water.
I stayed at a hotel in the financial district near historic Faneuil Hall.
Since I don't live near a subway system, I decided to take the train, known as the T, to my hotel.
It was fast and efficient, and a fraction of the cost it took me to take the taxi on the day I flew home.
I was surprised at home empty it was.
I took a trolley bus ride tour all over the downtown area the next morning.
I had lunch at Legal Sea Foods, which was right across from my hotel. Kelly dines there almost every time he goes to Boston on business. He's been there at a dozen times, I would guess.
In my mind, I had elevated my expectations for the clam chowder he has spoken of, and by the time I actually had a bowl of it, I was somewhat disappointed. It was good, but not as amazing as I had built it up to be.
This area was also right outside my hotel.
I stayed at the Marriott Long Wharf, booked on Priceline for $189 a night. I thought that was a lot, but apparently, it was much less than the regular cost.
Are you kidding me? A triathlon and I have never belonged in the same sentence. It must have been time for something new! (The "BEFORE" race shot, with goggles and swim cap in hand.) What an unforgettable week this was! I actually DID enter my first triathlon, with the goal of simply finishing it. Take note of the emphasis on the word FIRST, because I loved it so much, that you can guarantee that there will be more. It was a blast. Seriously. My friends Lorraine and Robin had trained and signed up to do the event, which was two days ago, on Saturday. Three days beforehand, I heard about it and basically had a spontaneous urge to join them, so I registered. The only partial preparation ahead of time that I had been doing was cycling in the neighborhood here and there on my mountain bike with some other friends. And doing some micro-laps in our backyard pool. Our friend, Dave, was also there. The three of us women appreciated Dave's encouragement and support, as he's ...
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