It's been 20 days since In Search of Al Howie launched, and I'd like to give a status update on the way things are moving and what search results may show. Our little yellow book was a long shot. Al Howie was a mostly forgotten figure of a very fringe area of extreme running. Even in the eccentric world of mega-distance ultrarunning, Howie was alien. Amazon orders a certain number of books in relation to how well they think a book will do. They had no reason to think that Al

If you feel life has to be an amazing journey or it's nothing, then you may find you have more in common with this mega-distance running ali

Running.......... It sounds glib to say running saved your life, but in my case that's the way I see it. Moving to New York is like stepping off on another planet. When you aren't even from a real city, nature is the rule, buildings are the exception. In New York, that's reversed. Will never forget seeing Bryant Park for the first time. When I arrived in the city, I saw thousands of people huddled around a rectangle of grass and staring at it as if something were about to hap

A few months back, I was looking for anyone who knew Ted Conrath. At that time, I didn't know much. Only one person in the town of Pelham, where Ted had lived for 40 years, knew him and he couldn't remember much. So many people, memories, and stories (even great ones) get lost to time and I'm attracted to them. Somehow, they've slipped through the cracks. Whether with my writing or my painting, it's all the same: it's story-telling. After a whole day in Pelham, I started back