There are people who do so much in life yet feel as if they're standing still. And then there are those who are really standing still.Which brings me, once again, to the sad and pitiful story of the line waiters for "Star Wars."Two years ago, I wrote about these poor misguided souls -- adults, not children -- who sat outside a movie theater waiting for "The Phantom Menace." Not for hours. Not for days.For months!
MITCH ALBOMBrett Hull loped a shot into the crease, like a Little League coach throwing a grounder to his shortstop -- and here came the shortstop, Sergei Fedorov, flying in and tapping the puck so deftly and quickly that by the time the red light flashed he was already circling away, hands in the air, rocking back on one skate like a man without a care in the world.
There is one reason that Robert Blake's murder trial will not become another O.J. Simpson affair, and that reason is as clear as the hand in front of your face.Or should I say the skin on the hand in front of your face?
Get out of town. Change the scenery. Change the view. Go to Canada. Western Canada. Far western Canada. Anywhere but here, Detroit, Joe Louis Arena, where the only thing the Red Wings have is bad karma, two quixotic playoff losses, a memory reel of clanged posts, missed chances, intercepted passes, fluttering pucks and questions, questions, questions. How is this happening? Where is your goalie? Where is your power play? Vancouver again, 5-2? Who are these guys? Who are you guys?
Mitch Albom writes about running an orphanage in impoverished Port-au-Prince, Haiti, his kids, their hardships, laughs and challenges, and the life lessons he’s learned there every day.
