Each fall we go apple picking as a family. Wandering the paths together, finding the perfect apple, climbing the ladders, the hay ride. It’s one of my favorite traditions of this season and I’m glad we still do it.
This is what it used to be like,” I told my son, “every single year. Something crazy always happened. And then someone for the Yankees always stepped up. Jeter was always in the middle of it. Every year. This is what it was like.
There have been so many things written about Derek Jeter, who is he, what he stands for and his impact on this game we love so much. But John Gruber nailed my feelings perfectly. I was a fan before Captain Jeter arrived and I will be one after his retirement. But these past few decades were something else.
And his last at bat, in his very last game in Yankee stadium made me smile, laugh, and jump around with tears in my eyes. That moment still gives me goosebumps as I write these words days later.
Frank Ocean, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon, & Diplo — “Hero”
A couple of old souls
David’s rad motorcycle project, under development.
I want to thank you for helping me feel like a kid the last 20 years.
Crosby Street Hotel — New York City. September 2014.
It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.