April was chock full of days I’ll be chasing for some time.
It was the unexpected, late-season powder at Mount Hood;
Patio drinks with friends on a still-cold Saturday night;
A redeye east to see some of the finest folks I’ve ever met;
And a park picnic, Netflix password and long-winded emails.
It was making it to work on time after a morning at the mountain;
Learning about Space Pants;
A boozy brunch, $1 books and rooftop views;
And obscure facts and unfamiliar stories.
These days, whether the provider is a private company or a public agency, special treatment for the very rich isn’t personal, it’s business.
— The New York Times, on cruise ship castes
They threatened to kill him if he showed up at the game.
His coach warned him not to go.
But Korey Thieleke did show up, ready to play basketball.
His dad carried a pistol. Just in case.
— The Beacon, on a student-athlete’s path the the University of Portland
Palmeiro smiles politely. For nearly 11 years, besides the occasional phone interview and a documentary produced about his college baseball team, he’s disappeared from public life. But now he wants to empty his soul. When the waiter leaves he turns his shoulders to face me.
“This isn’t how I envisioned my life to be.”
— Fox Sports, on Rafael Palmeiro, the embattled slugger
Strider needed Larry and Lanette. He loved them desperately, and now he studied his grandmother, searching for some assurance that everything would be all right — even as everything was falling apart. In the months to come, they would hit bottom, and still Strider would try to get what he needed and they would give him what they could. Failure, they well knew, could be catastrophic.
— The Boston Globe, on a young boy overcoming near-fatal abuse and living in poverty
According to No. 617 of Esquire’s Rules for Men, “You don’t start understanding life well until you’re forty.” Granger was 40 when he became editor of Esquire—and 22 when he began gunning for that job. There was never a moment in between when he would’ve been content as a permanent subordinate.
— The Columbia Journalism Review, on former Esquire editor David Granger
April was the best month of reading I can remember. I sprinted through Mitch Albom’s “The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto,” listened to Jenny Lawson’s “Furiously Happy” and finished the month by rereading Mark Twain’s “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.”
My initial confusion about “Frankie Presto’s” omniscient narration subsided after a few short chapters, and I ended up embracing the unusual literary approach. (“Music” narrated a story about a famed guitarist.) “Huck Finn” was a joyous read; I was grinning foolishly while reading the last few chapters. And I found “Furiously Happy” to have many resounding, teaching passages, but I don’t think it’s narrative approach caters well to audiobook format.
You should listen to this “This American Life” podcast about middle school.
As always, thanks for reading.