Before Dad was a cyclist, he was a runner. On cold days he would don a navy blue half-zip shirt that pilled badly, a pair of baggy black running tights (a contradiction in terms, to be sure), and a once white terry headband yellowed with sweat and age. It was one of those outfits that, no matter how much Mom washed it, still smelled like sweat. Dad had to stop running before he retired because his knees just couldn't take it anymore. But I still remember that outfit so vividl

Eric J. Wedell married Maida McIlroy on February 4, 1967. If you do the math, you'll realize their 50th anniversary is coming up. He missed it by just over three months, but when he died, he insisted she celebrate anyway. I'm going to Cheyenne that weekend so Mom won't be alone, but we also need your help. Let's throw Mom an anniversary "card shower" so she knows just how much she's loved and just how much Dad is missed. If you don't have their mailing address, please message