I have the Internet, public radio, a few good books, peanut butter, rice cakes, apples, Perrier and a huge flat screen TV to watch the debate and the baseball game on, which is a long way of saying I’m as comfortable as I can be away from home and that this is why you haven’t heard from me in a few days. (That, and I spent the weekend in Juneau with my school-teaching daughters before flying up to Anchorage.) I’m still dopey from the procedure meds– nothing serious, just a little tune up on my legs. I’ve got more appointments over the next few days before getting back home Sunday, I hope. What with the med haze from this morning’s operation, which took about two and a half hours, I better be brief, but I have to share this great kind of wow news. My doctor, John Coyle, is Dan Coyle’s brother. Dan is a great writer, the author of Hardball, an Outside Magazine contributor, from an Alaskan family and still summers here– but more timely– and in one of those three degrees of separation moments– he wrote the super cycling books about Tyler Hamilton and Lance Armstrong and the Tour, and is now co-author, with Tyler, of the just released book about drugs and cycling and what the heck went terribly wrong—- It’s so timely, and an issue I love to follow– that I took this all as providence. Plus, since I wasn’t completely sedated, it gave us lots talk about. I just wish I could remember some of it.
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