Chuck Norris Memories

I was shocked to hear of Chuck Norris’ death last week. Apparently, the Spokesman-Review post I once retweeted wasn’t accurate.

In the end, Chuck Norris didn’t beat death.

But in all seriousness, I did feel disappoint that Norris had died. The man figured prominently in my childhood, especially when it came to Saturday nights.

Just five things about Chuck Norris…

1. My siblings and I grew up big fans of “Walker, Texas Ranger.” In fact, after suffering through extremely early bedtimes for most of our childhoods, my parents would let the three of us watch the new “Walker” episodes when they would premiere on CBS at 10 p.m. on Saturday nights. Such nice memories.

2. Believe it or not, my grandma was a big Chuck Norris fan. Nothing gave her more of a thrill in her latter years than when Norris would perform his martial arts on bad guys.

3. I found the non-Walker version of Chuck Norris via constant infomercials for Total Gym. They were a little painful to watch and Norris never seemed to bring a lot of personality to those spots but he definitely saturated the exercise market.

4. I just started college when the Chuck Norris memes really started to take off. In fact, I remember people in my residence hall writing the Norris jokes on the dry erase portions of their doors.

5. Chuck Norris was great because even though he was a superstar and billed as the toughest man in the world, he was also relatable. He just seemed to embody a “regular guy” mystique. Norris actually reminded me of a normal dad who lived a few houses down from where I grew up.

Chuck Norris was THE MAN on “Walker, Texas Ranger.” I sure enjoyed watching it on Saturday nights with my brother and sister.

Let’s pray for the repose of Chuck Norris’ soul. May eternal rest be grant unto Chuck Norris, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him. Don’t Blink.

A LUSH-ious 9th Birthday Party for Sloan

Tap here to watch highlights from Sloan’s 9th birthday party at Lush Cosmetics

Our daughter is currently obsessed with soaps, lotions, and body sprays. Bath & Body Works has surpassed Claire’s as Sloan’s favorite store in the mall and it isn’t uncommon for our entire upstairs to smell like You’re Cheeky fine fragrance body spray.

Because of this love of girly bath/body products, the location for Sloan’s 9th birthday party was a no-brainer. We held it at Lush Cosmetics.

Lush Cosmetics (River Park) in downtown Spokane was an obvious choice for Sloan’s 9th birthday party. This photo is of Beau walking into the store.

Lush is the company owned by the inventors of the bath bomb with stores that are so vibrant and appealing to the senses that they can leave even the most masculine dudes feeling impressed. Lucky for Sloan, there is a beautiful Lush store in Downtown Spokane that offers birthday parties. We were fortunate to get on that location’s schedule for a prime Saturday late morning slot.

This is a blog post about an epic 9th birthday party for Sloan at Lush Cosmetics (River Park) in downtown Spokane. This photo is of Sloan and her friends with Lush employee/party host Sydney.

But Sloan’s Lush birthday party experience actually started a week before the date on the invitation. The manager of Lush invited Sloan into the store the Saturday before her bash for a “birthday party consult.” It was there that she met her party host, Sydney, and had the opportunity to sample/choose products and activities for the party. They rolled out the red carpet for my daughter and injected within her a deep enthusiasm for the following week.

But before there was the photo of the girls at the party, there was the initial birthday party consult. This particular photo shows Sloan and Beau with Lush Cosmetics (River Park) employee Sydney. We found it so cool that they put forth the time to do this.

When we arrived at the store this past Saturday, Sydney was waiting for the birthday girl and her friends. We could tell from the start that our party host had brought plenty of energy and patience. After the girls sat down for a moment and got settled, things started off in earnest with an icebreaker as Sloan and her friends tossed a ball of shower jelly around a circle.

Sydney started the party off with an icebreaker game for Sloan and her friends. Lush Cosmetics (River Park) in downtown Spokane was a great place to have a birthday party.

After the game, everyone gathered around a showcase of store inventory resting on a bed of ice. It was there that Sloan was able to pick out some products for the first beauty activity.

Sloan identifies products she wants to use for face masks during her Lush Cosmetics (River Park) birthday party.

The girls returned to their homebase in the middle of the store and applied face masks on each other. Please excuse my continued generalization of referencing “the girls.” Although this party was for the girls in Sloan’s third grade class at St. Mary (and her cousin, Mikayla), Beau was an honorary guest and participated in all of the party activities…except for the face masks 😂.

Sloan, Mikayla, and Colie have a fun time applying face masks at Lush Cosmetics (River Park) in downtown Spokane.

Next up were bath bombs! Sloan had picked out “Toby’s Magic Cow,” a rainbow-colored laundry-smelling bath bomb for her party to make. Everyone slipped on face masks and gloves to fill their bovine-shaped molds with different colored powders.

The main event for Sloan’s birthday party at Lush Cosmetics (River Park) was probably the creation of bath bombs.

Once the bath bombs were made, Sydney led Sloan and her friends to use brightly-colored soap pieces to make sculptures and different shapes. The girls (and Beau) made hearts, fruit, a soccer ball, and more.

Sydney helps Sloan and her friends make fun shapes with soap pieces.

They then used remaining scraps from the soap pieces to wash their hands in one of the signature Lush bowls. Now is a good time to point out that Lush birthday parties take place right on the store floor during regular business hours. That means customers are shopping during the actual party but I feel it just adds to the overall positive vibe.

Sloan washing her hands with a big smile on her face.

From there, the girls and Beau had a tasty time applying lip scrubs. I didn’t use the word “tasty” for nothing—the scrubs are edible!

Nora and Charlotte apply lip scrub.

Following the luxurious handwashing, suds from the bowl were used for some soapy high fives. There is just something satisfying about the feeling and sound of two soapy/foamy hands connecting squarely with each other.

Colie and Mikayla exchange high fives inside Lush Cosmetics River Park Square.

It was then time for the peak moment of any birthday party as Sydney and Sloan’s friends sang “happy birthday” as store customers joined in as well.

Sydney leads everyone in singing “Happy Birthday” to Sloan.

At that point, our time in Lush was nearing its end. Each party-goer received the bath bomb they made and other Lush party favors. Sloan hauled out her bath bomb plus THREE exclusive gifts she got to choose during her birthday consult.

Sloan opens her gift package from Lush in River Park Square after we left the store. The value of the party was superb.

Reflecting on Sloan’s birthday party at Lush, I can think of three reasons why it was special/successful. First, it was totally unique. In a birthday party culture dominated by trampoline parks and Chuck E. Cheese, doing something at a cosmetics shop is a welcome change (well, at least if you are a girl). Second, this party allowed you to make something with your own hands and take it home. Finally, we had an incredible party host. Sydney was engaged for the entire 90 minutes and worked so well with the girls. But most of all, like I already mentioned earlier, she just had a whole lot of patience 😉.

Sloan and Sydney pose in a photo frame at the end of the party. Lush, and Sydney specifically, put on a wonderful party for Sloan

Thank you to the Lush team for a memorable birthday party. We brought home a happy 9-year-old girl. Don’t Blink.

Housemaid Thursday Rundown

How is your bracket doing? If it isn’t busted yet and you are intently watching the NCAA Tournament games tonight, hopefully you can take a few minutes during a timeout to read my latest Thursday Rundown. Because I don’t want you to miss a moment of the action, I will try to breeze through tonight’s topics…

Educational Advertising Awards – I was stoked when I received word this month that my team won multiple national awards for our work. Our recognition stretched across many different categories as Eastern Washington University took home six different honors—including two gold awards. As I said in the story that was written about the accomplishments, this recognition not only affirms the work we have done but it also motivates us to continue to do it. Our University Relations team is killing it!

I have a talented team at Eastern Washington University and it was great to see them receive the recognition they deserve.

Sloan’s Birthday Recap – What a nice birthday celebration it was for Sloan. She chose Five Guys as her birthday dinner and insisted we eat it at home. She then opened gifts as Uncle Glen, Aunt Carrie, and Olivia cheered her on. Sloan then blew out the candles on her purple unicorn-themed birthday cake.

Sloan had a really nice 9th birthday. This is her with her unicorn cake.

St. Patrick’s Day Parade 2026 – To be honest, I didn’t think we would be attending Spokane’s St. Patrick’s Day Parade this year. The forecast the night before wasn’t looking favorable and we have just been so busy lately. But when the sun was shining this past Saturday for a parade that didn’t start until noon, I made the choice to take Sloan and Beau downtown. We picked out a front row spot toward the end of the parade route and really enjoyed a couple hours of bagpipes, candy, and community fun.

The weather was great for the 2026 Spokane St. Patrick’s Day Parade.

Good Luck, Jeremy Lagoo – My favorite local meteorologist announced this week that he was stepping away from news. Jeremy Lagoo started at KREM about the same time that we arrived in Spokane. I always appreciated his loose and eccentric style but at the same time respected the fantastic job he did at explaining weather concepts and patterns. We met Jeremy a couple times at the annual Bloomsday tradeshow and he was always so fun and engaging with the kids. I wish Mr. Lagoo nothing but the best in his next chapter!

Despite pleas from Sloan and Beau, they couldn’t get KREM 2 meteorologist Jeremy LaGoo to change his rainy forecast for Bloomsday in 2024. I am going to miss Jeremy!

Housemaid – Sidney and I paid the $9.99 rental fee to watch the Sydney Sweeney/Amanda Seyfried psychological thriller. I don’t know if it was worth it and I am certainly glad we didn’t see it in theaters but “Housemaid” wasn’t bad. However, it was graphic in spots that didn’t sit well with my stomach. Not to brag, but I saw most of the plot twists coming. If you want a film with some solid performances and a decent flow, “Housemaid” is a safe pick but I would wait until you don’t have to pay anything to watch it.

It won’t be the end of the world if you don’t see “Housemaid” but it did keep our attention.

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Okay, back to the basketball! Thanks for taking some time to read my blog and I hope you have a nice weekend. Wish us luck, we have a birthday party to execute on Saturday for a certain 9-year-old girl. Don’t Blink.

A St. Pat’s/Birthday Tradition: UPDATE

The tradition is still going strong.

Each year for Sloan’s birthday, we take a photo together. We re-enact the first picture we ever took as daddy/daughter by posing the same way we did that fateful day on March 17, 2017. For the occasion I always throw on the  same green polo but Sloan’s outfits have evolved over the years for obvious reasons.

I delved into this tradition in detail back in 2022. But since it has now been several years since that post and because we just took our TENTH St. Patrick’s Day photo together I thought it is worth an update.

Hang on as we time travel through the past decade…

Here is the one that started it all. On March 17, 2017, I was a brand new dad and had the beaming smile to prove it…

After this picture was snapped a tradition was born.

This photo from St. Patrick’s Day 2018 was taken at my in-laws’ house with a sweet little lap baby…

By the time this photo was taken, Sloan had already developed her sweet smile.

In 2019, we posed in our Myrtle Beach house. Sloan was starting to grow some of her first curls but she was still small enough to fit on just one leg…

Sloan turned 2 the day this photo was taken.

Full disclosure, this next photo was not taken on St. Patrick’s Day. Instead, it was taken about a week prior. I was sadly not with Sloan on her 3rd birthday because I had left for Washington to start my new job (Sid, Sloan, and Beau would join me a couple months later) but I wasn’t going to let the tradition die. The photo was once again taken at my in-laws’ house and Sloan snuck some cucumbers into the frame…

This photo was actually take about a week prior to St. Patty’s Day because of life events.

On March 17, 2021, we celebrated Sloan’s birthday in Spokane for the first time. With her curls flowing, I had to hold her tight as she was a bit squirmish…

It took some effort to get Sloan to stay still during this photo taken on March 17, 2021.

Our 2022 photo found us in a new house but with the same polo and the same cute girl……

Sloan sported her lucky t-shirt for this March 17, 2022 photo.

The ensuing photo shows Sloan looking comfy in her Old Navy jacket. My eyes actually dart to a better-organized refrigerator than the year prior. It includes a wedding invitation from our friends Brendan and Sarah Quinn.

In this photo from March 2023, Sloan is looking pretty comfortable in that Old Navy jacket.

This 2024 photo was snapped in our current house and it looks like Sloan may have confused the holidays because instead of green she is sporting hearts from the previous month’s Valentine’s celebration.

We may have confused St. Patrick’s Day with Valentine’s Day in 2024.

Last year’s photo shows me looking a little more weathered but Sloan’s smile is just as sweet…

A true beauty (Sloan) and the beast (Brent) photo. Age doesn’t look good on me.

And that brings us to the photo we just recently posed for. I am in desperate need of a haircut while Sloan appears for the first time in her school uniform.

Not my least favorite photo but not my favorite. Hopefully by next year I will have gotten a haircut.

I don’t see this tradition stopping anytime soon. As long as I don’t take it too hard on the cake, I hope to continue to fit into my green polo and hold the sweetest little girl I know. Kudos to the nurse who took our first ever photo but huge shout out to my wife for taking the past nine. These are images we will always treasure. Don’t Blink.

Sloan: Leveling Up To 9

When I think of Sloan’s defining moment as an 8-year-old, it comes to me quickly. On a cold Saturday night in January, my daughter was called up to the lectern at St. Mary Catholic Church and asked to read an essay she wrote. In front of the entire congregation, she courageously shared her faith. As she wrapped up, she asked everyone seated in the pews: “Is Jesus a priority to you?

So yeah, there’s that. But besides the defining moment, Sloan had a packed year with a boatload of other special moments. I don’t want to go on too long, but let me share just a few…

Sloan had a wonderful year as an 8-year-old. Here comes 9! (photo courtesy of Nicole Lynn Photography)

Although sports might not be her passion, she still put herself out there by playing another season of soccer and trying basketball for the first time. And while athletics might not be her thing, she discovered a different competitive activity that might suit her better—chess. Sloan performed in front of her peers during the St. Mary talent show and performed on a cruise ship in a Taylor Swift karaoke competition. When it comes to that cruise ship, it took her to different places in the western Caribbean to complement her other 8-year-old travel adventures to Disney World, Leavenworth, and Missoula.

Sloan chilling out in Leavenworth as an 8-year-old.

Sloan ran with me in a Color Run and ran around the bases at the local minor league ballpark. She embraced her feminine side by getting her ears pierced and going on a special spa day with a family friend. She took up chores (thank goodness) and improved her cooking skills so that she can confidently prepare herself a hot meal whenever she feels like it. My daughter dressed up as Lilo for Halloween, swam her heart out during the summer, built complex Lego sets with ease, and read the Harry Potter books.

Sloan completed a Color Run this past year.

Returning to her faith, Sloan was a lector during mass, she gave her first confession, and she started First Eucharist/Confirmation prep. Her love for God continued to grow.

Sloan made her first confession on Wednesday, June 4, 2025 at St. Mary Catholic Church in Spokane Valley. The middle photo is Sloan with Marie Bricher and Sloan’s friend, Charlotte. Marie is St. Mary’s director of religious education and led the reconciliation prep for Sloan.

How does Sloan top the above as she begins her new journey as a 9-year-old? To be honest, I think a lot of it will come naturally. My daughter embraces opportunities (sometimes a little too willingly 😉) so she will no doubt navigate through another year of activities and adventures. Sid and I hope that this trip around the sun will bring more maturity, especially when it relates to her temper and sassiness. I also hope she realizes drama for what it really is—unnecessary.

Sloan will continue to be adventurous as a 9-year-old but hopefully a little less sassy.

But as long as Sloan continues to heed what she wrote in her essay by prioritizing Jesus, I have no doubt that her 365 days at 9 will be her best year yet. Don’t Blink.

Taxes

Last week I found myself on the 19th floor of the Bank of America Financial Center overlooking downtown Spokane. No, I didn’t have a sudden career change. Rather, I was there with my EWU crew filming a video on one of our students who is interning for an accounting firm that leases lucrative office space in the financial center.

My team setting up on the 19th floor of the Bank of America Financial Center.

It was a very nice gesture of the firm to allow us to visit during the busiest time of the year for accountants. With tax season in full swing, I know it probably didn’t help anybody (except my crew) to have lights, equipment, and a camera filling up their conference room.

Don’t worry, I didn’t ask for any free advice when it comes to my household’s taxes. It might not come as a surprise to those who know me, but I try to file our taxes within the first couple weeks of filing season. For the past several years I have used TurboTax to file and it always seems to work out fine.

Well, let me clarify “fine.” It works out fine in the sense that TurboTax is easy to use and it has never led me to make a mistake. The final outcome, however, has been mixed over the years. We have received nice returns before but there was also a year when we had to pay much more than what we expected.

I have had different outcomes when it comes to tax time over the years.

An accountant friend has told me that I should strive to neither pay nor receive money when I do my taxes. One year I came close to achieving that benchmark but it has definitely been elusive over the past 18 years or so that I have been responsible for paying taxes.

Due to insane mortgage rates, we are usually able to itemize which typically means that a return is imminent.

One final note on this completely unsolicited blog post about tax situation: Although Washington is an expensive state to live in, I do appreciate that there isn’t an income tax. Yes, a recent bill was passed that does tax the income tax of millionaires in Washington but I don’t have to worry about that.

When we first moved back to Washington and I started receiving my first pay checks, it was nice to be spared from the state income tax I had to pay when I lived in Montana and South Carolina. Although paying state income tax would probably lead to a larger overall return, I don’t miss filling out the additional forms on TurboTax.

You still have a month until taxes are due but know that April 15 will be here before you know it. Make sure you don’t get audited! Don’t Blink.

Menace Thursday Rundown

It’s that time of the week again. I hope you have had a nice Thursday and are now ready to relax with five random topics (that must be super exciting to you). Here we go…

2026 Father/Daughter Dance Photo – Last week our official “couples” photo from the St. Mary Father/Daughter Dance was delivered to Sloan. I don’t think there was a better way to start off this rundown than by displaying this true “Beauty (Sloan) and the Beast (me)” picture.

The official photo of Sloan and me at the 2026 St. Mary (Spokane Valley) Father/Daughter Dance.

Favorite Part of St. Patrick’s Day – It was 10 years ago this month that I wrote about my favorite part of St. Patrick’s Day. At the time, I explained that it wasn’t the green beer, the leprechauns, or even the shamrocks. Rather, what I liked the most about the holiday was actually a sound. Can you guess what I am referring to? BAGPIPES. I love the sound of bagpipes and would always enjoy listening to them at St. Patrick’s Day parades. But that was soooo in the past because there is something I like about St. Patty’s Day waaaaaay more than an instrument that makes a cool sound. March 17 happens to be Sloan’s birthday!

Me sporting a St. Pat’s shirt while hanging with my parents during a visit from them in Myrtle Beach on St. Patrick’s Day 2015.

Knights of Columbus Fish Fry – As I have mentioned before, the St. Mary Knights of Columbus council I belong to stages a fish fry every Friday during Lent. It has always been the best one in town but I think the food quality has gotten even better this year. If you live in Spokane and want a terrific dinner, stop by the St. Mary gym for the three remaining fish fry events this Lenten season (3/13, 3/20, 3/27).

This was my plate at last Friday’s St. Mary Knights of Columbus Fish Fry. Attendees can enjoy fried or baked cod, French fries or baked potato, clam chowder, and a roll. Cole slaw is also available.

Sloan Playing Basketball – In third grade, students at St. Mary can start playing on the basketball team. Sloan signed up this year and it has been fun to watch her. The team (comprised of third and fourth grade girls) is currently halfway through the season with a 2-1 record. I will provide an update when the season concludes early next month.

Sloan is playing basketball this season for St. Mary.

Dennis the Menace Anniversary – It was on this date in 1951 that the first Dennis the Menace comic strip debuted. As a lifelong newspaper reader, I have enjoyed the strip over the decades thanks to its single frame and minimal text style. It looks like in today’s commemorative strip that even Mr. Wilson can seemingly tolerate Dennis. Just wait until tomorrow though 😉. Happy 75th anniversary, Dennis and friends!

Today “Dennis the Menace” is 75 years old. I have read the strip for decades.

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Thanks for your readership, friends. Pray for peace in our world. Don’t Blink.

7/11 Trauma

One of our favorite shows was recently the result of reminding Sidney of past trauma…

The date was July 11, 2025. My wife kindly picked up on a tradition my parents started with the kids and took them to 7/11 for Free Slurpee Day. Her good intentions transformed into chaos…

This was a screenshot I took from a video that Sid took of the kids post-chaos at a local Spokane 7/11 on July 11, 2025.

In an act that can only be described as direct insubordination of my wife’s direction, Beau decided he wanted to pour his own Slurpee. He didn’t give a damn that many other Slurpee-loving customers were behind him nor that a 5-year-old had no business operating a Slurpee machine in the first place.

Deciding not to induce a major meltdown from her son, Sidney allowed Beau to pour his own Slurpee—CORRECTION—attempt to pour his own Slurpee. Ask him how that turned out. 😂

What resulted was a colorful, overflowing mess. Sidney was mortified at the snafu and the resulting humiliation at the register. If I remember hearing the story correctly, both Sid and Beau were so sticky it was a godsend that the Slurpees were free because any cash exchanged would have stuck to my wife’s hand.

Beau and Sloan hold their free Slurpees right outside of my parents’ local 7-Eleven earlier today. This was the year before Beau tried to take Slurpee pouring into his own hands.

Oh yes, you are probably wondering what television show beckoned this messy memory. It was our beloved “The Food That Built America” program that we catch on Hulu. As you probably surmised, the episode was completely devoted to 7/11. The show did a great job talking about how the invention of the Slurpee was revolutionary but they failed to analyze how it can be really tough on moms. Just two other cool things about 7/11…

Believe it or not, 7/11 invented the concept of to-go coffee and the to-go coffee cup itself. It was unheard of at the time for motorists to have a disposable cup conducive to sipping a piping hot beverage like coffee. It makes me wonder that if not for 7/11 would we have the million coffee stands that line our streets here in Spokane?

It didn’t take Jim Carrey in “Dumb and Dumber” to make the Big Gulp a significant player in American culture. When the soda fountain container was introduced, the average fountain beverage cup was just SIX OUNCES. Not only did the Big Gulp make soda enthusiasts happy, but it also set off the distinctively American trait of “the bigger the better.” After 7/11’s roll out, chains like McDonald’s and Burger Kings started offering “super size” options to their customers.

Guess what? We are exactly four months away from Free Slurpee Day. Make sure to mark your calendars but I am pretty sure Sidney is giving this tradition back to my parents. Don’t Blink.

Anxiety and Panic In A Random U.S. State

Many years ago, I was a finalist for a higher ed marketing job at an out-of-state university. It was a mad dash to leave work in middle of the day, fight Myrtle Beach traffic, and make it to the airport on time. Once I finally arrived at the airport the pressure didn’t let up as I had to sprint across the parking lot, navigate the check-in line, and make it through security. Needless to say, I barely made my flight.

I arrived at my destination that night and checked into my hotel. My interview was the next day so I had some time to relax after a very hectic 12 hours. Despite some interview jitters, I slept well that night.

The university I interviewed at was about 90 minutes from the airport I landed at. The drive to the university (which was GORGEOUS) was pretty relaxing after the hectic late morning/afternoon. The drive back the next day? The exact opposite of relaxing….read on to find out why.

The next morning, something dawned on me as I ate a minimal breakfast that corresponded to the nerves I had in my belly. My keys were missing. I figured they were somewhere in my hotel room as I had carelessly thrown my stuff on the bed when I checked in the previous night. Surely they were somewhere on the floor, under my duffel bag, or on top of the other bed. I looked for a few minutes but I had to head out for my all-day interview.

Make no mistake about it, when I left the hotel I was a little concerned. On a morning where I should have only been battling interview stress I was now also entertaining the stress of what would happen if I couldn’t find my keys.

Once I started my interview itinerary, I was able to forget about my lost keys to a degree. However, whenever I would have a couple moments between sessions, my mind would go right back to where they could be. As the morning went on and the interview went well, I started to build some confidence. “Those keys were probably right in front of you. You will find them once you get back to the room.”

Because the hotel was actually on the campus (such a cool concept!), I was able to return to my room in the middle of the day during a break and do a quick search. Nothing. I was really starting to get nervous now.

The second half of the day went well but once I finished my culminating presentation to the university’s marketing and communications department, I wasn’t worried about an ensuing job offer. Rather, I just wanted to find my keys. Back in my hotel room I turned it over trying to find them. When my man-made tornado search yielded no results I checked the hotel’s lost and found. When that turned up empty I walked to the student center that I had visited the night before and checked their lost and found. Nothing again.

Mind you, I didn’t need my keys that night to leave the state and get home. My rental car key was in my pocket and you obviously don’t need a key to board an airplane. But something just felt so deflating about losing my house/car/work keys in a random state. I thought about all the work that would have to be done to replace and re-key. What would I tell my current employer…Sorry, I lost my office key 1,500 miles away while interviewing for a different job?

After the final room search and the lost and found inquiries turned up empty, I had to face a sobering truth: I wasn’t returning to Myrtle Beach with my keys.

Upon leaving town I had dinner with the hiring committee chair. I actually disclosed to him that I lost my keys. He was supportive and cautioned me not to stress too much. After dinner I called Sidney and let her know about my dilemma. I was more distraught over the keys than I was pleased with how the day went.

Before jumping in my car to drive the 90 minutes from the college campus to the airport, I did one more fruitless “tracing of my steps” between the hotel and student center. This put me way behind schedule and it was another nerve-wracking drive to the airport as I was once again in jeopardy of missing my flight.

Thankfully I made it just in time (once again) to catch my scheduled flight. After the frantic dance of turning in my rental car, checking in, passing through security, and getting to my gate, I finally had the chance to relax for a few moments once I slumped into my seat on the plane.

That’s when I saw it. I looked down at my phone to see that I had a text notification from my wife. I opened it up to see a photo of my car in the Myrtle Beach Airport parking lot. The image showed a note placed on my dash. In scribbled handwriting it said:

You left the car running. The keys were brought to the police office. Locate any airport police officer to get your keys back. 🤦🏻‍♂️

This was the actual note that was left inside my car. After all the searching I did on the college campus, my keys had actually never left Myrtle Beach.

I was so frantic and so rushed upon my hasty arrival that I just grabbed my duffel bag and laptop and made a run for it without giving a second thought to turning off my car. I wouldn’t have the presence of mind to realize I didn’t have my keys any longer until the next day when I was on the other side of the country. By that time, I had just assumed I lost them on the college campus.

Yeah, it was a stressful trip.

I got my keys and I also got the job a couple days later. I declined the position, figuring my self-inflicted shit show was an omen to stay away from that particular state. I think I made the right choice.

Honestly, what spurned this whole story is an unshakeable feeling I now get. Many times when I catch the bus to work via the Jefferson Park & Ride, I find myself sprinting from my car to avoid missing it. As the bus rolls out onto the highway, I always find myself thinking, Did I turn off my car? Did I lock the doors? Do I have my keys?

Although that last question is easy to answer, sometimes I am kept guessing about the other two throughout the day. It is slight torture. But I don’t think anything compares to the panic and anxiety I felt that one day on that one college campus. Don’t Blink.

The New Way I Bonded With My Daughter

This Saturday I spent the entire day with Sloan. The reason? Well, let me tell you…

Back in October I wrote about Sloan joining the St. Mary chess club. I mentioned that her desire to learn the game opened an entirely new way for us to connect. Suddenly, I was playing nightly chess matches with my daughter.

We enrolled Sloan in Chess Club at St. Mary (Spokane Valley) and it has opened up another opportunity for me to bond with her.

Sloan enjoyed fall chess club so much that she re-enrolled for the spring session. Thus, the past few weeks she has stayed after school on Mondays to play and learn more about the game.

Early last week, she asked me a question: Daddy, can I play in the chess tournament on Saturday?

Hmmmm. I loved the idea of her playing chess as an after-school weekly activity. But did I really want to invest an entire Saturday at a chess tournament?

My hesitation was twofold. First and foremost, it was what I alluded to above: I didn’t necessarily want to sit in a random elementary school from 9 a.m. – 4 p.m. on a coveted Saturday. The other reason? I didn’t think Sloan was ready. Although it was organized by the chess organization her club is staffed by (Inland Chess Academy), this was a public chess tournament for children from all across the city. I didn’t like her chances and even though I firmly believe that losing builds character, I didn’t want to place her in a situation where there was absolutely no chance to succeed.

I had my reservations about Sloan playing in a chess tournament but her desire to play convinced me to sign her up for Inland Chess Academy March Madness tournament.

But Sloan kept asking and asking if she could play. On Friday night I finally gave in. I was able to send a text message to a general number and enter her into the tournament. I was informed that she would play five rounds, regardless of whether she won or lost.

The tourney was played at St. John Vianney Catholic School. Once we checked in at the school library, it was obvious that competition was going to be steep. Kids who played in many of these tournaments before were rolling in and you could tell they were serious about chess. With that said, the event organizers had told me that Sloan would be placed in the beginner category, affectionately called the pawns division.  

After the check-in period concluded, the tournament director called the event to order by greeting all competitors/families and explaining basic rules/procedures. After that introduction, the kids were able to head to the chess hall to begin the competition. I was able to accompany Sloan to the hall (aka the school gym). To get there we had to walk out of the library and turn left down a long school corridor. At the end of the corridor were double doors that whisked us outdoors. It was then an approximate 50-yard walk in the elements to the school gym.

A look inside the St. John Vianney (Spokane Valley) gym at the Inland Chess Academy March Madness tournament. The tourney was well-organized.

Inside the gym was a picturesque scene of what you would envision a chess tournament to look like. More than 20 tables were lined up on the linoleum floor. At each table were two chess sets and four chairs, allowing for two games to take place simultaneously at each table station. When the kids walked in, they referenced a printout that had their table assignments. Sloan’s first placement was Pawn White 15. I made sure she sat down at her assigned spot and then a member of the tournament staff banished all the parents back to the library.

I took this photo of Sloan before her first match right before I returned to the St. John Vianney library.

Back at the library, the tournament director explained the reasoning for why parents were forbidden from the gym during play. Children perform worse, he explained, when mom and dad are watching. Anxiety and distraction negatively impact chessboard decisions made by kids when they sense the pressure of their parents watching. This reasoning sounded completely rational and I totally supported it.

John Dill from Inland Chess Academy, who served as one of the tournament directors, explains to us parents why we weren’t allowed in the chess hall during play.

As the tournament director gave this explanation, kids had already started to return to the library. You see, after a match concluded, participants were told to head back to tournament headquarters. When I saw these competitors return within just five minutes of the tournament starting, I envisioned the legendary four-move checkmates you see in movies. The other observation I made was that you could almost tell immediately by the look on the child’s face if they had won or lost. I knew once Sloan walked through the doors I would immediately know the outcome of her match.

About 10 minutes after I left her in the gym, she returned to the library. Yep, the result was obvious. She had lost. I stressed that today’s competition was a learning experience and she would have several more chances. And thus started the grind of an all-day chess tournament…

Sloan and I quickly learned how these chess tourneys worked. A round is played. Once all games are complete, the tables are re-set and new pairings are determined. Everyone is then called back to the gym to begin the next round. Rinse and repeat. The only thing is that a round doesn’t simply fly by. With 40 games being played each round, not every match is going to result in an instant checkmate. Thus, there can be a lot of waiting between rounds.

Sloan was all smiles prior to her second match. Unfortunately, it would end in defeat as well.

After Sloan’s defeat to open the day, she experienced the same result in the second round. She hung in longer this time but still lost. She was discouraged but I echoed what I told her the first time and also pointed out that she was more competitive.

The next round saw continued improvement. She fought hard until a stalemate was declared. Her fourth match resulted in an amicable draw.

Sloan before her fourth match. She got to play five rounds during the Inland Chess Academy March Madness tournament.

It was close to 3 p.m. before the fifth and final round was set to begin. Sloan and I had spent a lot of time sitting side-by-side each other throughout the day as we waited together between rounds. Even though Sloan had not won a match, I had enjoyed my time with her. As we made the journey out of the library, down the hall, through the double doors, and into the gym for her last game, I didn’t expect a victory. But I did hope the result would be something we could build upon. Once she sat down across from her opponent I told her “good luck” and walked back to the library.

Sloan and I spent a lot of time together on Saturday. This is us eating snacks from the Rosauers deli in-between the third and fourth rounds.

The walk to the chess hall was one thing. I got to experience it five times with Sloan. It came with excitement and nerves. But the walk back? Depending on the result, I knew it had to be either a glorious waltz or a walk of shame for the kids. I knew that this past Saturday probably wasn’t going to be a day where Sloan experienced the former but I hoped that she would get a taste of it in the future.

Sloan before her fifth and final match. I was hoping it would end with a positive result.

Well, the victory stroll came a little quicker than I expected.

Probably about 20 minutes after I left her for the final time in the gym, she returned around the corner with a grin from ear-to-ear. She had managed to put her opponent in checkmate and won her first tournament chess game. Even though my daughter’s enthusiasm from her win wasn’t needed to justify a positive and educational day spent with Sloan, it sure ended the afternoon with a major exclamation mark.

A photo I took of Sloan just moments after she won her game. She was glowing.

When I look back on Sloan’s first chess tournament, the top highlight wasn’t that she managed to win a match. For me, it was that she put herself out there and at the end of the day she said, “I want to do this again, daddy.”

Call me a participation trophy dad, but I got Sloan ice cream after the March Madness Inland Chess Academy tournament because I was proud of her for insisting she play and then competing to the best of her ability.

Thank you to Inland Chess Academy for a fun and organized tournament. I appreciate the fact that it was set up to allow beginners to get needed exposure to the game at a very reasonable price. As Sloan requested, we will definitely do it again. Don’t Blink.