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You’re My Favorite, No Comma

“You’re my favorite Ashley.” Me
“You’re my favorite Heather.” Me
“You’re my favorite Melissa.” Me
“You’re my favorite Jamison.” Me

Yes, I tell our kids they are my favorites. And I might pause slightly after “favorite” but it will be accompanied with a wink — and no comma. After all, I don’t want our kids to think I favor one over the others. Instead, our kids know they are my favorite Ashley, Heather, Melissa, and Jamison.1

And our kids are smart — smart enough that I’ll hear in response:

“You’re my favorite Dad.”

Nope. No pause. No comma. Touché!

  1. With apologies to all the other Ashleys, Heathers, Melissas, and Jamisons out there. I’m sure you understand. 

Farewell, 2001 Honda Odyssey


Today we said farewell to our 2001 Honda Odyssey.1 This car took us to the store, to school, to work, and to church. It took us to visit friends and family. It hauled our kids to and from college.2 It transported us uncountable times to Champoeg Park and Cannon Beach. We learned how to load a car top carrier and a trailer hitch bike rack so it could haul all our gear for family vacations.

All four of our kids learned to drive in this car. And I learned a little bit about EGR emissions systems fixing this car, twice.

We are not looking to immediately replace it. Suzi and I will try a low-car life style.3 Since early last year, I have commuted almost exclusively by bike, having been stopped only by a broken spoke and deepish snow.

At one time, my brother and I both had brown Honda Odysseys and silver Honda CRVs.4 Looks like that era is over. His CRV has been replaced and now our Odyssey is gone. Maybe he can get a pretty, sage green, bike — just like mine. ;-)

  1. Suzi was disappointed we didn’t get to 300,000 miles. But we got close at 295,502. Thank you, Suzi, for snapping the pictures as they prepared to haul it away. 
  2. One year, I made the trip ten times! 
  3. Well, as much “low car” as we can be with all four kids having their own cars. But Suzi and I will share one. 
  4. Our Odyssey keys even fit in each others’ locks, but the smart chips didn’t match so we could only open each others’ cars, not drive them away. 

A View From 4A


I’m not an Alaska MVP this year, thanks to my lack of loyalty to a single airline and not traveling to Asia last year. Instead, I get to board with everyone else and don’t get the preferred seats near the front. Regardless, when checking in, I found I could move forward and get a window seat. Because it was an early morning flight, I decided to sit on the left and watch the sun rise. It was a good choice; had I chosen the right side, I would have seen only clouds as I looked down upon southern Oregon.

Looking out plane windows never gets old for me. How about you? Do you prefer the windows or the aisle?

The truth is that any fair assessment of the relative risks and dangers on our streets would conclude that drivers are far more dangerous to the general public than the less than 1% of San Diegans who travel regularly by bike. And yet cyclists are the one who are tarred with the “scofflaw” meme.


A worthy read, especially its last two paragraphs.

I rode my bike through the snow to work today — bragging rights, baby!1

  1. Yup, I’m stupider than you… ;-)