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David and Darrell cherry pit two sodas against one another. Only one will win the title of "BEST CHERRY BEVERAGE EVER." But what's this? Looks like another three sodas are stepping into the ring! Co-hosts Sharon and Aryn weigh in as well, along with fiancé Alvin. Darrell also shares his trucker knowledge of delivering the chemical ingredients of diet soda and explains why you should be cautious. Featuring refreshing indie music by The Artisans Beats, Premier Quartet, EeL, Half Cocked, Brownstone Megaphone, and Bridge Underwater.

Unicorns-1.6 Introductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/unicorns16.mp3] Unicorns16.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the fifth and final in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, to air out my brain and deal with my father’s cancer and passing and report in on my run for the Liver Foundation at the Boston Marathon this year.  Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I’m not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such.  As part of this project, whatever this project is, I’m collected donations for the American Liver Foundation to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal.   The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year’s race.  I Didn’t need to fundraise, but with my Dad’s health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family.  … The Boston Marathon.  Monday I ran the Boston Marathon.  It was a glorious day.  Not because I was fast or set a PR, I did not.  It was glorious because it capped the end of a long and sometimes arduous year for me and my friends and my family.   I look back on the year and I see what I have done and it seems like something.  Maybe not the perfect body of work, but something, maybe even something worthy.  My nuclear family had our internment ceremony for my Dad at the Groton Town Ceremony on Tuesday morning after Patriots Day.  It was a beautiful spring day.  My Mom, my brother, my nephew and my sisters had a very peaceful and thoughtful time wandering around the stones and remembering families and people we have known.   My Dad is at rest nowhere Hollis Street meets Martins Pond Road and Chicopee Row, among his peers and friends.  Monday I finished my 13th marathon in 13 months – Boston to Boston.  It was a wonderful day with wonderful crowds and support.  We took back our finish line.  I’m no hero, but I do what I can do with the gifts I’ve been given and if I can keep doing that I think my Dad would be satisfied with my efforts.   Today I’m going to bring you some audio that I recorded on Marathon Monday.  I won’t contextualize it too much but let me give you some hints of what’s going on. The first recording is riding the bus into Hopkinton with my Buddy Brian.  Then there are people I met and talked to at Athlete’s village – including Bree who was the local TV reporter for WBZ.  Next there are some clips on the way to the start and in the corrals.  Following that you’ll hear us cross the starting line.   During the race you’ll here a couple clips with some interesting people I met.  You’ll here a long loud section in the middle that is the Wellesley College girls or as we call it the ‘scream tunnel’.   As we get closer to the finish I start trying to help people who are struggling and I start having fun with the crowds.  The USA chant is the tipsy coeds at Boston College.  Finally I talk to some people after the finish line as we are getting our medals.  I don’t know when the appropriate time would be to listen to this. Hopefully you can feel the vibe and celebration.   Close your eyes and put yourself on that course you may be transported.   The air is warm and there is a spring sun pouring it’s warmth on your back and shoulders.  The brilliant blue sky is streaked with wispy cirrus clouds.  There is a slight and intermittent breeze from the far reaches of the Atlantic Ocean that kisses your face every now and again.  The trees and bushes are brown with winter but tufted at the tips with the first outpouring of buds.   There are the light footfalls of thousands of runners marching towards Boston.  There are struggles and striving of the average Jill and Joe.  There are the hearty New England crowds in Red Sox hats and black Bruins Hoodies.  They lean in and offer us orange slices, tissues and beer.  And they thank us!  They thank us for running this race! We who are the most privileged to do so are being thanked.   The entire 26.2 miles of spring sunshine cordoned by adoring, grateful and thankful compatriots – that’s something you should do before you die.  … Featured Interview: Sounds of the Boston Marathon Summary Article:  Thank you for joining me in my Journey.  As I wrap up my campaign for the Liver foundation I want to thank all of my friends who supported me and the Run for Research Team for letting me iron my Jolly Roger patch to one of their shirts.  I hope my small efforts save someone’s life or the life of someone they love.   Thank you.   The best way out is through and the best way through is to pick up your feet and run.   May you have peace and prosperity on your journey. Ciao,  New Orleans Funeral March.   Go to:  http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose.  Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”  

Unicorns-1.6 Introductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/unicorns16.mp3] Unicorns16.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the fifth and final in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, to air out my brain and deal with my father's cancer and passing and report in on my run for the Liver Foundation at the Boston Marathon this year.  Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I'm not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such.  As part of this project, whatever this project is, I'm collected donations for the American Liver Foundation to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal.   The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year's race.  I Didn't need to fundraise, but with my Dad's health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family.  … The Boston Marathon.  Monday I ran the Boston Marathon.  It was a glorious day.  Not because I was fast or set a PR, I did not.  It was glorious because it capped the end of a long and sometimes arduous year for me and my friends and my family.   I look back on the year and I see what I have done and it seems like something.  Maybe not the perfect body of work, but something, maybe even something worthy.  My nuclear family had our internment ceremony for my Dad at the Groton Town Ceremony on Tuesday morning after Patriots Day.  It was a beautiful spring day.  My Mom, my brother, my nephew and my sisters had a very peaceful and thoughtful time wandering around the stones and remembering families and people we have known.   My Dad is at rest nowhere Hollis Street meets Martins Pond Road and Chicopee Row, among his peers and friends.  Monday I finished my 13th marathon in 13 months – Boston to Boston.  It was a wonderful day with wonderful crowds and support.  We took back our finish line.  I'm no hero, but I do what I can do with the gifts I've been given and if I can keep doing that I think my Dad would be satisfied with my efforts.   Today I'm going to bring you some audio that I recorded on Marathon Monday.  I won't contextualize it too much but let me give you some hints of what's going on. The first recording is riding the bus into Hopkinton with my Buddy Brian.  Then there are people I met and talked to at Athlete's village – including Bree who was the local TV reporter for WBZ.  Next there are some clips on the way to the start and in the corrals.  Following that you'll hear us cross the starting line.   During the race you'll here a couple clips with some interesting people I met.  You'll here a long loud section in the middle that is the Wellesley College girls or as we call it the ‘scream tunnel'.   As we get closer to the finish I start trying to help people who are struggling and I start having fun with the crowds.  The USA chant is the tipsy coeds at Boston College.  Finally I talk to some people after the finish line as we are getting our medals.  I don't know when the appropriate time would be to listen to this. Hopefully you can feel the vibe and celebration.   Close your eyes and put yourself on that course you may be transported.   The air is warm and there is a spring sun pouring it's warmth on your back and shoulders.  The brilliant blue sky is streaked with wispy cirrus clouds.  There is a slight and intermittent breeze from the far reaches of the Atlantic Ocean that kisses your face every now and again.  The trees and bushes are brown with winter but tufted at the tips with the first outpouring of buds.   There are the light footfalls of thousands of runners marching towards Boston.  There are struggles and striving of the average Jill and Joe.  There are the hearty New England crowds in Red Sox hats and black Bruins Hoodies.  They lean in and offer us orange slices, tissues and beer.  And they thank us!  They thank us for running this race! We who are the most privileged to do so are being thanked.   The entire 26.2 miles of spring sunshine cordoned by adoring, grateful and thankful compatriots – that's something you should do before you die.  … Featured Interview: Sounds of the Boston Marathon Summary Article:  Thank you for joining me in my Journey.  As I wrap up my campaign for the Liver foundation I want to thank all of my friends who supported me and the Run for Research Team for letting me iron my Jolly Roger patch to one of their shirts.  I hope my small efforts save someone's life or the life of someone they love.   Thank you.   The best way out is through and the best way through is to pick up your feet and run.   May you have peace and prosperity on your journey. Ciao,  New Orleans Funeral March.   Go to:  http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose.  Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”  

Unicorns-1.5 Introductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/unicorns15.mp3] Unicorns15.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the fourth in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, to air out my brain and deal with my father's cancer and gear up to run for the Liver Foundation at the Boston Marathon this year.  Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I'm not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such.  As part of this project, whatever this project is, I'm collecting donations for the American Liver Foundation for my running of the Boston Marathon this year.  I wanted to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal.   The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year's race.  I Didn't need to fundraise, but with my Dad's health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family.  … Life is an adventure and adventures are not planned.  They start early in the morning when you have had very little sleep.  They are not planned.  They are flowed into, organically.  They build experiences like a bubbling pot on the stove.  I told my Dad the story of the Persian king who asked his wise men to come up with an answer that could be used to answer any question.  (This was one of those rare occasions where I actually got a story out before he interrupted me to tell me he already knew it or to correct my version of it!) The wise men, after much deliberation, came back with the answer that could be used for any question.   The answer was: “This too shall pass.”  My Dad said something like, “I suppose it will.”  Maybe it's just a symptom of old age but I find the solution to most things is perseverance.  In long distance running we have the concept of continuous forward motion.  If you just keep moving you'll eventually get to the finish line.  That's life.   You have had times in your life when you think that you can't go on.  You have been beset upon by difficulties and challenges and burdens that weigh you down to such an extent that you feel crushed.  We all have.   In these situations you just have to keep moving.  It doesn't take strength to keep moving.  It sometimes takes more strength to stop.  But it's all we can do.  And those of us who get good at it realize that there is a certain joy in the movement itself.   It is one of the defining aspects of humanity that we hope.  We always think that there is a better place and we keep moving.  We move forward on hope and faith, because that's all we have sometimes, right?   I posted a copy of the classic Robert Crumb cartoon ‘Keep on Truckin'.  You youngsters can think of it as a counter-cultural internet meme from 1967.  The cartoon was born of a blues song and show's four happy bums marching in a line into the future.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keep_on_Truckin'_(comics) That's us my friends.  Happy bums marching into the future.  We have faith and hope in our pockets.  Today I'm going to let my sister Mary Lou interview me.  I warned you it would get personal.  Cheers,  … Featured Interview: Summary Article:  Thank you for joining me in my Journey.  I achieved my, rather arbitrary, donation goal but will leave the donation page open until after the marathon if the spirit move you.   I haven't been able to train as much as I wanted to for the marathon this year.  But this year's marathon isn't really about time and I'll just get out there and keep on truckin through the finish.  It will be a nice bookend for my year.  Hopefully these off-center forays into my personal life haven't skewed (or skewered) anyone's impression of me.  I would much rather be a likeable avatar than a real person.  Real people, like you and me have spaghetti strands of chaos in our lives and it's messy.   You and I are and are not the smiling picture displayed on the shelf in the den.  We are the sweaty mess that we wake up to every day too.  But that's ok.  We are what we are.  We are made of clay.  But that clay can be molded as well as broken.   Life is what it is.  You and I can't control it.  Enjoy it while you can, because as the wise men will tell you ‘this too shall pass'.  Go to:  http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose.  Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”  

Unicorns-1.5 Introductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/unicorns15.mp3] Unicorns15.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the fourth in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, to air out my brain and deal with my father’s cancer and gear up to run for the Liver Foundation at the Boston Marathon this year.  Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I’m not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such.  As part of this project, whatever this project is, I’m collecting donations for the American Liver Foundation for my running of the Boston Marathon this year.  I wanted to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal.   The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year’s race.  I Didn’t need to fundraise, but with my Dad’s health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family.  … Life is an adventure and adventures are not planned.  They start early in the morning when you have had very little sleep.  They are not planned.  They are flowed into, organically.  They build experiences like a bubbling pot on the stove.  I told my Dad the story of the Persian king who asked his wise men to come up with an answer that could be used to answer any question.  (This was one of those rare occasions where I actually got a story out before he interrupted me to tell me he already knew it or to correct my version of it!) The wise men, after much deliberation, came back with the answer that could be used for any question.   The answer was: “This too shall pass.”  My Dad said something like, “I suppose it will.”  Maybe it’s just a symptom of old age but I find the solution to most things is perseverance.  In long distance running we have the concept of continuous forward motion.  If you just keep moving you’ll eventually get to the finish line.  That’s life.   You have had times in your life when you think that you can’t go on.  You have been beset upon by difficulties and challenges and burdens that weigh you down to such an extent that you feel crushed.  We all have.   In these situations you just have to keep moving.  It doesn’t take strength to keep moving.  It sometimes takes more strength to stop.  But it’s all we can do.  And those of us who get good at it realize that there is a certain joy in the movement itself.   It is one of the defining aspects of humanity that we hope.  We always think that there is a better place and we keep moving.  We move forward on hope and faith, because that’s all we have sometimes, right?   I posted a copy of the classic Robert Crumb cartoon ‘Keep on Truckin’.  You youngsters can think of it as a counter-cultural internet meme from 1967.  The cartoon was born of a blues song and show’s four happy bums marching in a line into the future.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keep_on_Truckin'_(comics) That’s us my friends.  Happy bums marching into the future.  We have faith and hope in our pockets.  Today I’m going to let my sister Mary Lou interview me.  I warned you it would get personal.  Cheers,  … Featured Interview: Summary Article:  Thank you for joining me in my Journey.  I achieved my, rather arbitrary, donation goal but will leave the donation page open until after the marathon if the spirit move you.   I haven’t been able to train as much as I wanted to for the marathon this year.  But this year’s marathon isn’t really about time and I’ll just get out there and keep on truckin through the finish.  It will be a nice bookend for my year.  Hopefully these off-center forays into my personal life haven’t skewed (or skewered) anyone’s impression of me.  I would much rather be a likeable avatar than a real person.  Real people, like you and me have spaghetti strands of chaos in our lives and it’s messy.   You and I are and are not the smiling picture displayed on the shelf in the den.  We are the sweaty mess that we wake up to every day too.  But that’s ok.  We are what we are.  We are made of clay.  But that clay can be molded as well as broken.   Life is what it is.  You and I can’t control it.  Enjoy it while you can, because as the wise men will tell you ‘this too shall pass’.  Go to:  http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose.  Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”  

Unicorns-1.4 Introductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/unicorns14.mp3] Unicorns14.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the fourth in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, to air out my brain and deal with my father’s cancer and gear up to run for the Liver Foundation at the Boston Marathon this year.  Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I’m not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such.  As part of this project, whatever this project is, I’m collecting donations for the American Liver Foundation for my running of the Boston Marathon this year.  I wanted to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal.   The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year’s race.  I Didn’t need to fundraise, but with my Dad’s health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family.  … Today I’m going to read you a couple short pieces to mark my Dad’s passing this week.  Our extended family got together to celebrate my Dad’s life.  http://www.dolanfuneralhome.com/node/854 Earl D. Russell - “Russ”, Husband, Father, Grandfather, WR1Y Earl David Russell passed away on March 24, 2014 in Groton, MA. Russ was the beloved husband of Margaret (Peggy Connors) Russell, to whom he was married for over 58 years. He was the son of David C. Russell and Corrine Russell and grew up in Chelmsford, MA, graduating from CHS with the Class of 1946. Following service in the Air Force during the Korean War, he completed his Electrical Engineering degree at UNH, Class of 1957 and was President of Tau Beta Phi, the Engineering Honor Society. Professionally, he was employed by Adams Russell Corp, Sanders Associates, MA/COM and was President and Founder of Russell Engineering Services (Lowell and Waltham, MA) for 25 years. In retirement, Russ was actively involved with the CHS Alumni organization, aviation, antique cars, Town of Groton audio/communications events, the Groton Emergency Management Team and the Groton Senior Center. He founded the Nashoba Valley Amateur Radio Club. The Russells enjoyed many years of Square and Round dancing. Ballroom dancing was their special “sport,” Big Band was their era, and they shared their love of dance with many wonderful friends and fellow dancing enthusiasts. Russ is survived by two sons; David and Jill Russell, Christopher and Yvonne Russell, and two daughters; Mary Lou and Doug Martin, Joanne “Jody” and Dan Dobson of Indiana, and ten grandchildren. He was predeceased by his sister, Phyllis (Russell) Quintin of Groton. I’m going to include an interview I did with my Dad on his 80th birthday back in 2008 as episode 25 of the original RunRunLive podcast.  We are a close family.  My Dad’s death leaves a big hole in our lives, in the lives of our friends and in the community.   I learned a lot from my Father.  Much of who I am today I owe to him.   He will live on in me and all of us.  We are here today; this week, to mourn a passing but also to celebrate a life well lived.   … Featured Interview: Earl D. “Russ” Russell Summary Article:  Thank you for joining me in my Journey.  This week I surpassed my $2,000 fundraising goal and I’m grateful for the friends that have supported me.  The Prayer of St. Francis. Go to:  http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose.  Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”

Unicorns-1.4 Introductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/unicorns14.mp3] Unicorns14.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the fourth in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, to air out my brain and deal with my father's cancer and gear up to run for the Liver Foundation at the Boston Marathon this year.  Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I'm not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such.  As part of this project, whatever this project is, I'm collecting donations for the American Liver Foundation for my running of the Boston Marathon this year.  I wanted to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal.   The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year's race.  I Didn't need to fundraise, but with my Dad's health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family.  … Today I'm going to read you a couple short pieces to mark my Dad's passing this week.  Our extended family got together to celebrate my Dad's life.  http://www.dolanfuneralhome.com/node/854 Earl D. Russell - “Russ”, Husband, Father, Grandfather, WR1Y Earl David Russell passed away on March 24, 2014 in Groton, MA. Russ was the beloved husband of Margaret (Peggy Connors) Russell, to whom he was married for over 58 years. He was the son of David C. Russell and Corrine Russell and grew up in Chelmsford, MA, graduating from CHS with the Class of 1946. Following service in the Air Force during the Korean War, he completed his Electrical Engineering degree at UNH, Class of 1957 and was President of Tau Beta Phi, the Engineering Honor Society. Professionally, he was employed by Adams Russell Corp, Sanders Associates, MA/COM and was President and Founder of Russell Engineering Services (Lowell and Waltham, MA) for 25 years. In retirement, Russ was actively involved with the CHS Alumni organization, aviation, antique cars, Town of Groton audio/communications events, the Groton Emergency Management Team and the Groton Senior Center. He founded the Nashoba Valley Amateur Radio Club. The Russells enjoyed many years of Square and Round dancing. Ballroom dancing was their special “sport,” Big Band was their era, and they shared their love of dance with many wonderful friends and fellow dancing enthusiasts. Russ is survived by two sons; David and Jill Russell, Christopher and Yvonne Russell, and two daughters; Mary Lou and Doug Martin, Joanne “Jody” and Dan Dobson of Indiana, and ten grandchildren. He was predeceased by his sister, Phyllis (Russell) Quintin of Groton. I'm going to include an interview I did with my Dad on his 80th birthday back in 2008 as episode 25 of the original RunRunLive podcast.  We are a close family.  My Dad's death leaves a big hole in our lives, in the lives of our friends and in the community.   I learned a lot from my Father.  Much of who I am today I owe to him.   He will live on in me and all of us.  We are here today; this week, to mourn a passing but also to celebrate a life well lived.   … Featured Interview: Earl D. “Russ” Russell Summary Article:  Thank you for joining me in my Journey.  This week I surpassed my $2,000 fundraising goal and I'm grateful for the friends that have supported me.  The Prayer of St. Francis. Go to:  http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose.  Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”

Unicorns-1.3 Me-and-DadIntroductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/unicorns13.mp3] unicorns13.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the third in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, to air out my brain and deal with my father’s cancer and gear up to run for the Liver Foundation at the Boston Marathon this year. Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I’m not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such. As part of this project, whatever this project is, I’m collecting donations for the American Liver Foundation for my running of the Boston Marathon this year.  I wanted to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal. The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year’s race.  I Didn’t need to fundraise, but with my Dad’s health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family. … I’m the youngest of 4.  I have two older sisters and an older brother.  We didn’t always get along with each other as siblings do but we are close and working through my Dad’s cancer has given us the opportunity to spend more time together.  It’s been fun to talk through shared family experiences and memories. As the youngest I don’t have the depth of memories as my brother and sisters, but they are there and as we spend time together they are unearthed like the quite turnings of some dusty album.  There’s nothing bad there.  There is some funny stuff.  Mostly it is bits and pieces and vignettes that we can compare notes on. I remember my Dad coming home from work one day with a full size electric organ for the living room.  My sisters were both taking piano lessons and I guess he thought this would give them some additional enablement. At some point we acquired a full size piano as well at some point.  My Mom taught my girls how to play songs on it when they went for visits. My Dad designed a built a giant two story car garage out of pre-stressed concrete beams and I can remember helping shingle the roof with cedar shakes.  Snapping the chalk lines, as a kid, and knocking the shingle nails true, row by row, all day long. He and my brother would work on cars together in that garage.  They had every tool and machine needed to do anything.  I remember one time in the 80’s I dropped my car off at the house.  It needed a universal joint in the front end. I was going to help them replace it (which for me meant handing them tools).  I went for an errand and by the time I came back they had it done already. My Dad and I would go for walks in the woods in New England.  I don’t remember the walks so much as the trees. I still can identify every tree in New England by its leaves and bark.  If pressed I could make a serviceable whistle from a young willow sapling with a jackknife – which was one of our spring rituals. The red oak, the white pine, the ash – used for axe handles and hockey sticks – the poplar, the white and grey birch, the pignuts and shagbark hickories – whose bounty we would collect in the fall for fireside cracking and snacking – the hawthorn and elderberry.  My connection to the natural world that I treasure so dearly was born in those New England summers. My Dad loved to chop wood to feed the wood stove all winter long.  He taught me how to swing an axe.  His favorite axe was a light, thin-bladed axe for limbing the felled trees, and he would grind the cheeks of splitting axes to create the perfect tool. He taught me how to swing a maul to split the green hard wood and how to stack the split logs so that they would dry.  He showed me that you could split any log with a sledge hammer and wedges. The wedges in my garage came from his collection.  I use them every year as I relive the pure visceral joy of bringing the heavy maul down on the yielding log in the sultry autumn afternoons.  There is nothing I enjoy more than becoming lost in a large woodpile with my axe, maul, hammer and wedges. And that’s the lesson here.  There is peace and honor in a job well done.  It doesn’t matter that you can pay someone $100 bucks to mow your lawn or drop a cord of presplit wood in your driveway.  That takes the honor out of it.  The pride and honor of reducing a pile of logs to a neatly stacked and tarped pile of BTU’s for the coming winter is a feeling of intellectual freedom that I am thankful for. Today I’m going to share with you a chat I had with a friend of mine and fellow Goon Squad runner Michael Robertson about running for charity. After that I’m going to read a story my brother wrote recently about something funny from our childhood.  I never realized how good a writer my brother was until he began to comment on the Caringbridge site my sister set up for my Dad’s friends to check in.  He was always the best story teller in our family.  He could spin the tallest tales with a straight face and get away with almost anything. Cheers, … … Featured Interview: Michael Robertson shots of whiskey for the plow drivers Written Feb 13, 2014 3:46pm by Dave Russell Being that it is a cold and snowy day today, I thought I would relate a story of how our Father (Russ) attacked problems head on with simple and imaginative solutions. Shots of whiskey for the plow drivers The Russells were the original Skyfields Drive hilltop residents of Groton. When we moved in, no other residents shared the top of the hill and during heavy snow we were pretty much on our own. This was the mid sixties; a time long before the advent of DSS when kids were considered free labor for the menial physical tasks. For example “Adults run the chainsaw and split logs. Kids carry wood and drag brush”. To shorten the response time of the town plow crews, Dad came up with the brilliant but elegantly simple plan to bribe the plow drivers with hot coffee or shots of whiskey to encourage them to come by our neighborhood first. It was this type of imaginative thinking and direct approach that made him a legend and our “go to guy”. We would usually see the plows start up the hill from 119 through the windows off the deck and have about 5 minutes to prepare. Since Mary Lou was the oldest but couldn’t go out alone, she and I usually got the nod. We had to wear dark clothing to contrast with the snow and flag down the plows without getting plowed into a snow bank ourselves. Over time, we learned that it was best to stand across the street and approach from the driver’s side door as the plow traveled slowly up the hill. Each driver usually downed one on the way up and stopped for a second on his way back down. As expected, the shots of whiskey were far more popular than the hot coffee. In fact, if we tried to offer only coffee, the drivers would ask if the whiskey was already “in there”. It did not take the DPW long to learn that there was free whiskey available up on Skyfields Drive and there was not a quicker or better plowed road in town. Often, we had to service a whole line of snow removal vehicles waiting for their whiskey and make multiple trips back to the house for re-fills. Mom would count the trucks by looking down towards 119 and have our resupply ready. I think this serving experience prepared both of us for work later on at Johnson's We were also expected to keep track of repeat clients and inform them that “Our parents say you’re shut off” when they reached their 3-shot limit.. One morning years later, my friend Jason and I decided to surprise the paper delivery man with a free shot of whiskey around 5:00AM. When he saw us coming, he drove away in terror. By that time, life in Groton had changed forever. Dave R Summary Article: Thanks for listening if you have been.  I know this is entirely self serving but too often we seal off the past and look to the future.  As we get older we begin to unwrap those packages. Last time I checked I’m at about $1700 of my $2000 goal.  The Boston Marathon looks like it is going to be crazy this year.  Thank you for all my friends who have helped. Go to: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose. Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”

Unicorns-1.3 Me-and-DadIntroductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/unicorns13.mp3] unicorns13.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the third in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, to air out my brain and deal with my father's cancer and gear up to run for the Liver Foundation at the Boston Marathon this year. Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I'm not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such. As part of this project, whatever this project is, I'm collecting donations for the American Liver Foundation for my running of the Boston Marathon this year.  I wanted to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal. The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year's race.  I Didn't need to fundraise, but with my Dad's health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family. … I'm the youngest of 4.  I have two older sisters and an older brother.  We didn't always get along with each other as siblings do but we are close and working through my Dad's cancer has given us the opportunity to spend more time together.  It's been fun to talk through shared family experiences and memories. As the youngest I don't have the depth of memories as my brother and sisters, but they are there and as we spend time together they are unearthed like the quite turnings of some dusty album.  There's nothing bad there.  There is some funny stuff.  Mostly it is bits and pieces and vignettes that we can compare notes on. I remember my Dad coming home from work one day with a full size electric organ for the living room.  My sisters were both taking piano lessons and I guess he thought this would give them some additional enablement. At some point we acquired a full size piano as well at some point.  My Mom taught my girls how to play songs on it when they went for visits. My Dad designed a built a giant two story car garage out of pre-stressed concrete beams and I can remember helping shingle the roof with cedar shakes.  Snapping the chalk lines, as a kid, and knocking the shingle nails true, row by row, all day long. He and my brother would work on cars together in that garage.  They had every tool and machine needed to do anything.  I remember one time in the 80's I dropped my car off at the house.  It needed a universal joint in the front end. I was going to help them replace it (which for me meant handing them tools).  I went for an errand and by the time I came back they had it done already. My Dad and I would go for walks in the woods in New England.  I don't remember the walks so much as the trees. I still can identify every tree in New England by its leaves and bark.  If pressed I could make a serviceable whistle from a young willow sapling with a jackknife – which was one of our spring rituals. The red oak, the white pine, the ash – used for axe handles and hockey sticks – the poplar, the white and grey birch, the pignuts and shagbark hickories – whose bounty we would collect in the fall for fireside cracking and snacking – the hawthorn and elderberry.  My connection to the natural world that I treasure so dearly was born in those New England summers. My Dad loved to chop wood to feed the wood stove all winter long.  He taught me how to swing an axe.  His favorite axe was a light, thin-bladed axe for limbing the felled trees, and he would grind the cheeks of splitting axes to create the perfect tool. He taught me how to swing a maul to split the green hard wood and how to stack the split logs so that they would dry.  He showed me that you could split any log with a sledge hammer and wedges. The wedges in my garage came from his collection.  I use them every year as I relive the pure visceral joy of bringing the heavy maul down on the yielding log in the sultry autumn afternoons.  There is nothing I enjoy more than becoming lost in a large woodpile with my axe, maul, hammer and wedges. And that's the lesson here.  There is peace and honor in a job well done.  It doesn't matter that you can pay someone $100 bucks to mow your lawn or drop a cord of presplit wood in your driveway.  That takes the honor out of it.  The pride and honor of reducing a pile of logs to a neatly stacked and tarped pile of BTU's for the coming winter is a feeling of intellectual freedom that I am thankful for. Today I'm going to share with you a chat I had with a friend of mine and fellow Goon Squad runner Michael Robertson about running for charity. After that I'm going to read a story my brother wrote recently about something funny from our childhood.  I never realized how good a writer my brother was until he began to comment on the Caringbridge site my sister set up for my Dad's friends to check in.  He was always the best story teller in our family.  He could spin the tallest tales with a straight face and get away with almost anything. Cheers, … … Featured Interview: Michael Robertson shots of whiskey for the plow drivers Written Feb 13, 2014 3:46pm by Dave Russell Being that it is a cold and snowy day today, I thought I would relate a story of how our Father (Russ) attacked problems head on with simple and imaginative solutions. Shots of whiskey for the plow drivers The Russells were the original Skyfields Drive hilltop residents of Groton. When we moved in, no other residents shared the top of the hill and during heavy snow we were pretty much on our own. This was the mid sixties; a time long before the advent of DSS when kids were considered free labor for the menial physical tasks. For example “Adults run the chainsaw and split logs. Kids carry wood and drag brush”. To shorten the response time of the town plow crews, Dad came up with the brilliant but elegantly simple plan to bribe the plow drivers with hot coffee or shots of whiskey to encourage them to come by our neighborhood first. It was this type of imaginative thinking and direct approach that made him a legend and our “go to guy”. We would usually see the plows start up the hill from 119 through the windows off the deck and have about 5 minutes to prepare. Since Mary Lou was the oldest but couldn't go out alone, she and I usually got the nod. We had to wear dark clothing to contrast with the snow and flag down the plows without getting plowed into a snow bank ourselves. Over time, we learned that it was best to stand across the street and approach from the driver's side door as the plow traveled slowly up the hill. Each driver usually downed one on the way up and stopped for a second on his way back down. As expected, the shots of whiskey were far more popular than the hot coffee. In fact, if we tried to offer only coffee, the drivers would ask if the whiskey was already “in there”. It did not take the DPW long to learn that there was free whiskey available up on Skyfields Drive and there was not a quicker or better plowed road in town. Often, we had to service a whole line of snow removal vehicles waiting for their whiskey and make multiple trips back to the house for re-fills. Mom would count the trucks by looking down towards 119 and have our resupply ready. I think this serving experience prepared both of us for work later on at Johnson's We were also expected to keep track of repeat clients and inform them that “Our parents say you're shut off” when they reached their 3-shot limit.. One morning years later, my friend Jason and I decided to surprise the paper delivery man with a free shot of whiskey around 5:00AM. When he saw us coming, he drove away in terror. By that time, life in Groton had changed forever. Dave R Summary Article: Thanks for listening if you have been.  I know this is entirely self serving but too often we seal off the past and look to the future.  As we get older we begin to unwrap those packages. Last time I checked I'm at about $1700 of my $2000 goal.  The Boston Marathon looks like it is going to be crazy this year.  Thank you for all my friends who have helped. Go to: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose. Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”

Unicorns-1.2 Introductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/Unicorns12.mp3] Unicorns12.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the second in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, essentially to air out my brain as I deal with my father's cancer and gear up to run for the Liver Foundation at Boston.  Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I'm not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such.  As part of this project, whatever this project is, I'm collecting donations for the American Liver Foundation for my running of the Boston Marathon this year.  I wanted to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal.   The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year's race.  I Didn't need to fundraise, but with my Dad's health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family.  I'll tell you my fundraising experience so far – it's a funny story.  As I came out of back to back marathons in January and February it became obvious to me that I wouldn't be racing Boston this year. My body was too beat up to put the necessary quality training in to run competitively. (I'm sure it was obvious to everyone else but I have a knack for obstinacy and denial when it comes to my running). I looked around for a Boston sanctioned charity to lend my energy to.  The Liver foundation was the closest thing to my Dad's cancer that I found.   I sent them a nice letter (actually a form letter through the ‘contact us' form on their website) that basically said; “Is it ok if I give you money?  I don't need anything from you. I've run Boston 15 times and I have an existing network that makes reasonable fundraising relatively painless.” To which they replied with a hearty and cheery form letter asking me to sign a contract, pay a $75 admin fee, commit to at least $1,000 and give them a signed credit card slip.  I let out a small mental sigh and embarked on the paperwork.  I signed all the forms, sent them $75 and planned my campaign launch.  I know these poor folks have to deal with a lot of crazies so I'm not surprised by the barriers they put up.  I think actual members of their charity team have to raise over $7,000 to get a bib number for Boston.  Then, after I registered they sent me 37 emails. These were all the new member information things and week's worth of newsletters that I had missed.  The other fundraisers had been going at it hard for months.  Here's my punch line.  I covered their $1,000 minimum in less than 24 hours after my launch.  I know some excellent, high-quality, decent people in our running community.  And I did allow myself one, small, passive aggressive ‘I told you so' email to the director of the charity team.  Why am I running for charity?  Why does anyone? You'd be tempted to say we do it for, or in memery of a loved one.  I don't think that's really why. I think we do it for ourselves.  It's a selfish act with positive social overtones and consequences.  We do it because our brains are screaming and we need a physical and emotional release.  We need a physical channel for the demonstration of the chaos, grief, sadness and fear in our lives as things happen that we cannot control, cannot understand and are not understandable.  That's what the whole charity thing is.  It's not to help a cause, that's a symptom.  It's to keep us from running screaming into the wilderness to hide. It's to keep us from punching our co-workers and clients. It's a valve, a salve and a release. But, perhaps it's more.  Perhaps it matures into an altruism to our fellow humans.  Perhaps it is a selfish act that chrysalises into an act that enriches our souls.  Look at the person next to you.  What do you see?  Is it a calm or placid countenance?  You have no idea what spinning chaos is in their minds behind that façade.  It is through charity, this physical manifestation, that turns thought into action.  This is how we get a glimpse into the inner workings of the human's mind.  It is through charity that we look into the black box of their soul.   And we shall know them through their acts.  … I don't have an interview for you this time around show I'll just share a piece I did on fundraising tips.  I'm a rookie fundraiser compared to the other ‘official' Liver people.  They are throwing parties and holding auctions and robbing bank and raising thousands of dollars.    I do know some things about building a social network though so maybe there is some value in my words.  Featured Interview: Raising funds for Charity - http://www.runrunlive.com/thoughts-on-collecting-for-charity Summary Article:  I think this will be my last Boston Marathon.  I will make up excuses to justify my decision and many of them will be valid, but I think it just a question of moving on.  I've gotten whatever grace that it can give me and it's time for other adventures.   All things have a beginning and an end.  We cannot deny that.  We cannot slavishly cling to things from the past.  In fact we need to clean things out of our closets to make room for other things.  It is neither good, nor bad.  It just is.   The risk of hanging on is the sin of desire.  We want stability in our lives.  We get to a good spot and we want things to stay the same.  The longer we have these things the more we own them and the more they own us.   At some point this becomes desire and, as the Buddha tells us, desire corrodes our freedom.  Make a habit of letting things go, of cleaning your closets.  This prepares fertile ground for the adventures to come.  Next year I will not run the Boston Marathon.  Not because I can't.  Not because I don't want to. Simply because it is time.  When we deal with loss, the loss of a parent for example we can't understand the impact it will have on us.  That's what I have realized.  I don't know what I'm doing.  I have no experience in these things.  In response I'm letting go.  I don't own the process.  I'm just a rider, caught in the flow.   Instead of trying to control, which is my intellectual default, I'm going to try to just be present and aware.   One of the best ways to give up control is to share.  And that my friends is why we are having this conversation.   Thank you for your prayers and support.  Speak to you again in a fortnight or so.  Chris, Go to:  http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose.  Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”

Unicorns-1.2 Introductory Comments: http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell [audio:http://www.RunRunLive.com/PodcastEpisodes/Unicorns12.mp3] Unicorns12.mp3 Hello and welcome my friends.  This is Chris and this is the second in my series of personal podcasts that I am doing, essentially to air out my brain as I deal with my father’s cancer and gear up to run for the Liver Foundation at Boston.  Note:  Even though this is on the RunRunLive Podcast feed, this is NOT the RunRunLive podcast.  You have fair warning to skip now because I’m not talking about running.  Standard RunRunLive episodes will be labeled as such.  As part of this project, whatever this project is, I’m collecting donations for the American Liver Foundation for my running of the Boston Marathon this year.  I wanted to layer on some purpose for the event and make it more personal.   The donation links are in the show notes and at http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell My story is that I already had a number for this year’s race.  I Didn’t need to fundraise, but with my Dad’s health declining I thought it would be a decent thing to do to dedicate this to him and my family.  I’ll tell you my fundraising experience so far – it’s a funny story.  As I came out of back to back marathons in January and February it became obvious to me that I wouldn’t be racing Boston this year. My body was too beat up to put the necessary quality training in to run competitively. (I’m sure it was obvious to everyone else but I have a knack for obstinacy and denial when it comes to my running). I looked around for a Boston sanctioned charity to lend my energy to.  The Liver foundation was the closest thing to my Dad’s cancer that I found.   I sent them a nice letter (actually a form letter through the ‘contact us’ form on their website) that basically said; “Is it ok if I give you money?  I don’t need anything from you. I’ve run Boston 15 times and I have an existing network that makes reasonable fundraising relatively painless.” To which they replied with a hearty and cheery form letter asking me to sign a contract, pay a $75 admin fee, commit to at least $1,000 and give them a signed credit card slip.  I let out a small mental sigh and embarked on the paperwork.  I signed all the forms, sent them $75 and planned my campaign launch.  I know these poor folks have to deal with a lot of crazies so I’m not surprised by the barriers they put up.  I think actual members of their charity team have to raise over $7,000 to get a bib number for Boston.  Then, after I registered they sent me 37 emails. These were all the new member information things and week’s worth of newsletters that I had missed.  The other fundraisers had been going at it hard for months.  Here’s my punch line.  I covered their $1,000 minimum in less than 24 hours after my launch.  I know some excellent, high-quality, decent people in our running community.  And I did allow myself one, small, passive aggressive ‘I told you so’ email to the director of the charity team.  Why am I running for charity?  Why does anyone? You’d be tempted to say we do it for, or in memery of a loved one.  I don’t think that’s really why. I think we do it for ourselves.  It’s a selfish act with positive social overtones and consequences.  We do it because our brains are screaming and we need a physical and emotional release.  We need a physical channel for the demonstration of the chaos, grief, sadness and fear in our lives as things happen that we cannot control, cannot understand and are not understandable.  That’s what the whole charity thing is.  It’s not to help a cause, that’s a symptom.  It’s to keep us from running screaming into the wilderness to hide. It’s to keep us from punching our co-workers and clients. It’s a valve, a salve and a release. But, perhaps it’s more.  Perhaps it matures into an altruism to our fellow humans.  Perhaps it is a selfish act that chrysalises into an act that enriches our souls.  Look at the person next to you.  What do you see?  Is it a calm or placid countenance?  You have no idea what spinning chaos is in their minds behind that façade.  It is through charity, this physical manifestation, that turns thought into action.  This is how we get a glimpse into the inner workings of the human’s mind.  It is through charity that we look into the black box of their soul.   And we shall know them through their acts.  … I don’t have an interview for you this time around show I’ll just share a piece I did on fundraising tips.  I’m a rookie fundraiser compared to the other ‘official’ Liver people.  They are throwing parties and holding auctions and robbing bank and raising thousands of dollars.    I do know some things about building a social network though so maybe there is some value in my words.  Featured Interview: Raising funds for Charity - http://www.runrunlive.com/thoughts-on-collecting-for-charity Summary Article:  I think this will be my last Boston Marathon.  I will make up excuses to justify my decision and many of them will be valid, but I think it just a question of moving on.  I’ve gotten whatever grace that it can give me and it’s time for other adventures.   All things have a beginning and an end.  We cannot deny that.  We cannot slavishly cling to things from the past.  In fact we need to clean things out of our closets to make room for other things.  It is neither good, nor bad.  It just is.   The risk of hanging on is the sin of desire.  We want stability in our lives.  We get to a good spot and we want things to stay the same.  The longer we have these things the more we own them and the more they own us.   At some point this becomes desire and, as the Buddha tells us, desire corrodes our freedom.  Make a habit of letting things go, of cleaning your closets.  This prepares fertile ground for the adventures to come.  Next year I will not run the Boston Marathon.  Not because I can’t.  Not because I don’t want to. Simply because it is time.  When we deal with loss, the loss of a parent for example we can’t understand the impact it will have on us.  That’s what I have realized.  I don’t know what I’m doing.  I have no experience in these things.  In response I’m letting go.  I don’t own the process.  I’m just a rider, caught in the flow.   Instead of trying to control, which is my intellectual default, I’m going to try to just be present and aware.   One of the best ways to give up control is to share.  And that my friends is why we are having this conversation.   Thank you for your prayers and support.  Speak to you again in a fortnight or so.  Chris, Go to:  http://go.liverfoundation.org/goto/cyktrussell Thank you for joining me on my journey with purpose.  Chris, Music by Bridge Underwater - “sad song”

1. HANK WILLIAMS / “Don't Do It, Darling” - 2. JON SPENCER BLUES EXPLOSION / “Dynamite Lover” - 3.BRIDGE UNDERWATER / “Send Me All Your Love” - 4. THE RUMBLE STRIPS / “Girls And Boys In Love” - 5. CHOKEBORE / “Valentine”