Tom Hardesty

Round Two: Notes on notes

One constant of my 40 years in journalism is that each day has been a new adventure. Or, many times, a misadventure. Things I didn’t expect to happen, things I never dreamed could happen, things I’ll never forget whether I want to or not.

Round Two: Some coaches will yell

As I cross the T-minus two months threshold on my retirement countdown and take stock of these last 40 years in journalism, a common denominator is emerging: It’s the things that happened outside the lines and never saw the light of day in a newspaper that stand out most to me, behinds-the-scenes stuff that I’ll take with me into the sunset.

Round Two: Happy Father’s Day, Dad

July 1 will mark 20 years since the day my dad died. He was only 63 years old and looked great. I had just talked to him on the phone two days earlier, and he sounded great. That was a Wednesday afternoon. By about 7 o’clock Friday evening, he was gone, the victim of a heart attack while sitting on the couch in his living room. Toward the end of our Wednesday conversation, Dad was trying to think of something […]

Round Two: Fools need a whole month

April having come and gone, it got me thinking: April Fools’ Day just doesn’t cut it. Yeah, it’s a day for jokes, pranks and assorted other mischief, some of which are repeated year after year, others which are new and inventive. Some are clever, others are downright cruel. Some result in belly laughs and guffaws, others in fistfights.

Round Two: Thanks, Coach Murphy

Late July, 1983. I was camped out on the bed in my mom and dad’s room, my leg sporting a cast from the foot to the knee and propped up on some pillows, and sweat dripping from every pore in my body in the sweltering heat of the little bedroom, which, thanks to the fact our house didn’t have air conditioning, was like sitting in a blast furnace.