Paddling as a group, participants spend two weeks traveling down-river through sections of calm currents and whitewater.The waters of the Rio Grande offer beginning paddlers a progressive challenge and a perfect place to learn and hone skills.
It's not Glen Campbell cast as The Duke's sidekick that irks him, either.
It's those darn peaks, which look rather suspiciously like the high Rockies more than they do the 2,500-foot hogbacks you'll find down Arkansas way.
There are days when I grow angry and frustrated because nothing seems to help my son. Someone who should be fired, as one local columnist wrote, because Golden Gopher fans don't pay money to be "rewarded with the sight of a middle-aged man writhing on the ground." He's heard it all. Sometimes, he'll look up like a boxer down for the count and mutter, "I hate seizures" or "Seizures suck." Other times, he cries. When he seizes up, a part of my soul goes with him.
I want to ask the coach how he handles his seizures, what advice he has for families like mine. He's found motivation, not in his own battle, but from children with epilepsy who flock to him. "When you make fun of me," he says, "you're mocking my people! Later in the evening, as the coach winds down in Chicago, my 10-year-old son, Billy, steps onto our front porch in Atlanta to take our dog for a walk. After about a minute, Billy takes a deep, long breath. This time, he's too out of it to say or do anything. More than 500 times, my soul has been chipped away.
To have Chaney strung up for another murder, Mattie thinks, wouldn't be fair to her father.
And when La Boeuf and Cogburn decide to join forces, trying to leave her behind, she's just that's a big breech of contract. Seems Mattie could teach you a thing or two about the word. Sure, we can (and will) quibble with her desire to avenge her father's death with a lump of lead.
Why, my friend wonders, would Hollywood forsake the Rooster's original Ouachita Mountains hangout?
For sheer, cussed rough 'n' tumble, there's not a landscape wilder than the real thing.
I especially want to know what compels this man to be so open about his epilepsy in a game overflowing with machismo when so many ordinary people hide from the disorder. He was thrust into action when scorn, hatred and ignorance were hurled his way. A fear flashes over his face, and he falls to his knees. His right arm stiffens; his fist clenches; his eyelids flutter. oach Kill's first seizure was in bed in 2000; the next one, in 2005, saved his life.
He was coaching at Southern Illinois University when he seized up during a game. While there, his wife, Rebecca, told doctors he complained of extreme back pain. He underwent surgery at the end of the season and has been cancer-free for nearly nine years.
What's it like to step onto a field knowing you have epilepsy? Will you return to the sidelines or coach from the press box?