Moments we hadn’t visited in decades were suddenly streaming across my laptop, then our television. Grainy. Unpolished. Imperfectly perfect.

For a brief, shared moment, the street surrendered its momentum to wonder.

The email arrived early one morning - an unfamiliar name, an unfamiliar address, and a subject line that caught me: The Friday Ficks.

Greg Lake’s "I Believe in Father Christmas" captures my holiday wishes for you and your loved ones:

"If you don't have a friend in the world, you'll find one at The Bowery."

Titanic.

A new town. A new neighborhood. A new house. A new school. A new set of friends.

I ran my fastest marathon at Steamtown in 2006.

When Dorothy and Toto started down the Yellow Brick Road, they came to a fork and didn’t know which way to go. Then they met the Scarecrow, who tried to help by pointing left... then right... then both ways.

"Staff Sergeant Carl R. Ficks is hereby Honorably Discharged from the military service of the United States of America. This certificate is awarded as a testimonial of Honest and Faithful Service to this Country."

Technology can sometimes vex, harass, and annoy us - but every now and then, it reminds us of its higher purpose: connection.

I recently unearthed a time capsule - an inside peek into my own 9-year-old view of life, captured more than 50 years ago.

Many things come in sets of three. There’s even a Latin phrase for it — omne trium perfectum — “the rule of three.” It suggests that things which come in threes are more balanced, complete, and memorable.

Luke Combs has done it again with his new hit, Back In The Saddle.

“You don’t have any cross-examination, do you Mr. Ficks?” asked the senior U.S. District Court judge.

“I need names, and I need them now,” he thundered.

One afternoon. One team. One goal. One simple but powerful instruction from the supervisor: “Do not sort and pack any food you would not eat yourself.”

A few years back, I rode more miles and climbed more vertical than I had in my entire first decade of cycling. It was an epic year. And yet, I kept pretty quiet about it.

Every Labor Day in New Haven, CT there’s a legendary 20k race - part national championship, part festival, and always unforgettable. Twenty five years ago this weekend, I had it marked as a must run on my marathon training calendar: perfect mileage, on-course support, and a cold beer at the finish.