\nSo one of my wife’s college friends – a trombone player, the most noble of all the low brass – is doing a big fundraiser bike ride this week. It’s a fundraiser for the Arthritis Foundation, which for obvious reasons is near and dear to my heart – and my dad’s name is actually on her fundraising as her honoree.\n<\/p>\n
\nI haven’t said too much about it, mostly I guess because it seems like a very Vanderbilt thing to have somebody else do your hundreds-of-miles fundraising bike ride for you, but also because the old man is where I get my whole “ahhh I don’t need people making a fuss over me” from and I guess that sort of spilled over. But in case I forget, because you know I will — Molly, thank you. Very much.\n<\/p>\n
\nWe are going down to wave her across the finish line, which just happens to involve going to see the Mouse, so I will be behind the Orange curtain for the weekend. You can follow our exploits via the usual Tumblr site, as I still haven’t figured out a way to blog from the iPhone that doesn’t make me want to throw it through the window. (Not that other phones are any better, as you still need a typeable keyboard to really do anything, but holy smokes does that new Android-based Moto look incredible or what? Finally, somebody’s out there pushing Apple, and a good thing too, because you know RIM and Microsoft aren’t gonna do it…)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So one of my wife’s college friends – a trombone player, the most noble of all the low brass – is doing a big fundraiser bike ride this week. It’s a fundraiser for the Arthritis Foundation, which for obvious reasons is near and dear to my heart – and my dad’s name is actually on … <\/p>\n