Glenn Kubish

The conversation in the change room this afternoon went pretty close to this: Old Naked Guy #1: "Well, it's June now and I guess we can only count on another three months of golf weather!" Old Naked Guy #2: "Or less! I mean, you can usually count on July and August, but September can be pretty cold." ONG #1: "What about that El Niño? We can get that." ONG #2: "Or not. Global warming, eh?" ONG #1: "Yeah, and it's confusing in the fall trying to find your ball on the fairway with all the leaves." ONG #2: "I'd rather be confused on the golf course than confused at home with the wife!" ONG #1: "Huh." During evening walk at Stanford Okay, so, there's more than a few themes here. And, okay,  the locker room is a semi-sacred place, and I shouldn't, perhaps, be replaying a memory of the conversation. But no identities have been revealed. And, even if you saw these guys, you wouldn...

One evening in a fourth-year seminar on Plato's Republic that I eavesdropped on, our political science professor, the bearded, vested, clear-eyed Leon H. Craig, held the Bloom translation and nodded his head and proclaimed with a voice youthful and knowing, "And that is what is meant when the Greeks said 'like to like,'" and those in the room who understood also nodded their heads and scribbled in the margins of their Bloom translations, and Athens was briefly restored on the 11th floor of the Tory Building on the University of Alberta campus. If I understood then, I don't understand know, though the epithet has burrowed into my brain, and I try to riddle out its meaning often. To escape the pain of knowing that I don't know what I might have once thought I knew, I have morphed it into a more easily, though less Greek version: bike to bike. Bike to bike means a lot of things, but, to me, it basically means that if you ride your bicycle to work, then y...