The Runcible Blog

The sudden death of Coach O on Tuesday has made me think not only about what he meant to me but of the entire grieving process. 

First of all, Peter O'Sullivan was one of the few people -- never mind teachers -- I respected greatly during high school.  As my track and cross country coach for four years and Sophomore Geometry teacher, I got to know him as a humble man of integrity.  Like many of my track-mates, there were times when I hated doing the workouts that Coach O would subject us to, but any rational person (even a high school kid) would not confuse the coach for the workout.  He had the sensitivity to know each of our limits even if we didn't.  He knew whether our complaints of "Not another 800!" were due to laziness or actual fatigue.  His years of experience gave him the maturity not to look down on his runners or put us through agony for no good reason.  I should hope that anyone who looks back on their track career under Coach O would recognize his inate fairness.

I was a weird kid back then.  There were times when I'd run in my underwear or carry around junk that I found on the streets of Lawrence while running.  Once, I realized that I forgot to pack my shoes, but rather than borrow somebody else's, I ran in my socks that day.  After the warm-up run to the cemetary wore holes in my socks, I proceeded to run some of the fastest half-mile repeats I'd ever accomplished.  But when Coach O noticed that my feet were bleeding, he told me to head back to school.  The memorable part, however, was that he never judged or treated me with less dignity.  You'd have to do something terrible to lose Coach O's respect.

As a Senior, when I practically begged him to let me run in a varsity indoor track meet, he let me run the 1000 against Tewksbury.  I remember I did horribly, and we lost the meet (though not soley because of me!).  I felt like I let both myself and Coach O down, but I don't think he saw it that way at all.  And that's what made him special.

After graduating, I visited Central a few times and always went to see the "Silver Fox".  Even though we never seemed to have time to talk about much, I felt that had some kind of understanding -- I don't know how to pin it down.  Once, I stopped in and sat in his class while he gave his students a quiz.  He didn't tell me to leave or think it strange that I'd be there;  he was glad to see me.  We talked while his kids racked their brains in geometric frustration.

I guess I regret not being able to know Mr. O'Sullivan as Pete.  As a friend.  Because from the time that I knew him and talked with him, I'm sure he was a great friend to many people.  And after his wake and funeral revealed a bit of the other side of Pete -- the consumate family man and caring friend -- I feel even sadder that the community lost Coach O so suddenly.

All of that brings me to my second point:

I'm just going to give a shout-out to Yves Veggie Chilli, which I tried for lunch the other day. It was surprisingly hearty. I don't usually eat chilli, but I really liked this stuff. And it wasn't too spicy, either.

I'd probably eat it more often if it didn't cost $4.00 per bowl.

After a couple of years of problem-free driving with my Civic, I was forced to take it to a mechanic when it failed its emission inspection because of cylinder misfires. The garage down the street from work said it needed a tune-up that would cost ~$225. Instead of shopping around for the lowest possible place, I dropped it off at Hondar House on Prospect Street today. I figured they probably know a thing or two about Hondas...

They ended up replacing the spark plugs, distributer cap, distributer rotor, and wires even though I said that I had already replaced those recently. The response was that the replacements weren't Honda equipment and probably weren't up to snuff. Who am I to argue? I am curious, however, about the distributer rotor -- when my father and I were replacing that stuff, that rotor was impossible to remove. We broke a drill bit inside the screw and really stripped the thing trying to remove the cheesy plastic rotor. We ended up just leaving it on, but I'm surprised the mechanics were able to replace it. I'm almost tempted to unscrew the distributer to see if there actually is a new rotor inside.

The more serious damage is a cracked catalytic converter, I guess. They quoted me $800 if the oxygen sensors can be removed easily -- $1700 otherwise. Yikes! I think I'll pay a visit to Low Cost Exhaust in Lawrence (so low-cost that their website doesn't work!) for a second opinion.

My monthly car insurance bill dropped by about $10 since moving from Lawrence to Cambridge, but my car costs have gone up in other ways:

• Towed 3 times: $230
• Tickets associated with tows: $70
• Other parking tickets: ~$160
• More gas required for commute: ??
• More wear-and-tear = ~$300 so far, with more to come...

So, it's been at least $700 more expensive to commute from Cambridge, and I haven't even gotten a raise to make up for the added cost of traveling to work every day. I think I'm getting a bum deal here.

One Month is the "experiment" I mentioned the other day.  The basic idea -- take one self portrait a day for one month.  Tada!  I hope to develop some theme as I go.  If it works out, I might continue somehow.  If not, I'll throw it all away and never mention the project again...

I'm 23 today.

To mark the (non)occasion, I'm starting a little photographic "exercise" that'll become apparent soon. Stay tuned!