Normally, I would be on my Harley this weekend, heading to Washington for the annual Rolling Thunder ride to remember those lost and unaccounted for in Vietnam.
This year is the 30th anniversary ride of Rolling Thunder but assignments and obligations keep me in Southwestern Virginia reporting on area events for my newspaper job.
I rode in the first Rolling Thunder on many others that followed. It is a special time.
He snapped awake at 0500, a full 30 minutes before the alarm was set to go off.
For more than 30 years, he had been waking up at 5 a.m. It didn't matter which time zone he was in or even if it was daylight savings time. When the big hand was on the 12 and the little one on the five, he was awake.